Five fucking times I sat down to write something here and five fucking times I was interrupted with something "important" that wasn't fucking important to me but presumably was to the interruptees.
I'm too fucking soft hearted.
And now for the life of me I can't remember what I was going to write about.
This memory shit is becoming a pain in the arse.
I should jot down my ideas but I can never find a pen. Not that it would make any difference as I would never remember where the fuck I jotted down the ideas anyway.
I didn't happen to mention to any of you lot what I was going to write about, did I?