Blogcatalog thing?

BlogCatalog

Must stop....

Okay, I have to stop going on blog and posting pointless updates. I realise that this affects precisely zero people, but hopefully now I've posted this I won't be able to post again without looking stupid. To the zero people. Fuck.

China! YAY!

I just checked my traffic, and I got a visit from China! CHINA! Yay! That's like, a long way away. All my prior visits have been from the Uk or Usa or Canada, all of which are kinda boring. So China is good. Hopefully Australia next.

Next Blog?

Blogger, in all my interactions with you, did I ever give you the idea I'm russian? Or polish? Arabic, perhaps? Its just that when I click next blog, I would like to see one I can enjoy, or at the very least read. I can not read russian, so stop it. Sending me the blogs I mean, not russian in general. Send me a nice blog about cats or something, its not like that isn't half of all the blogs.

Technorati shiz

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Megaobesity

I just weighed myself and found out I've put on over half a stone purely from procrastinating from this coursework and deciding I need to eat a tortilla before I start work. This is bad.

Dirty, dirty art whore

Recently, my only source of income dried up, and apparently my parents have long since stopped caring about my pathetic whining for privileges like "food" and "a bed". This has presented me with a slight problem. You see, I have needs. Wait, scrap that, that makes it sound like I need money for a prostitute. Which I don't. Really. By needs I mean food and whatever I'm subscribed to at the moment, along with when I start leaving my house again, the usual social tax. For about a month I've been watching by already small bank balance shrivel up and die. And now, I've got to the point where I'm going round my house collecting pennys to turn into cash to turn into computer cash, which is somehow better. I'm doing my best, trying to get my brother round so he can drop pennys down the sofa which I can collect later, but eventually, as always, the pennys run out.

So I have a plan:
I'm going to sell stuff. I'm not yet sure what, but I've got to have some old games or something left. If it gets bad enough, I'll have to start painting stuff and selling it like some kind of disease ridden art whore. A dirty, dirty art whore. I can't make good art, but neither can most artists, so its ok really.