like seriously.

ok.

the quality of my writing has sunk to new subterranean levels. i mean, i was always crap.....but now im like the craps crap. why is this so?

well i just found out that people have been reading this shit.

listen motherfucker! if you've been reading this, thank you. im flattered. now, fuck you. cause i can't write like myself.

i changed the fuckin webpage cause i was getting hits on my other page. i mean. i want people to read this. people like you, random person....and make me feel appreciated, loved, maybe even cared for....NOT!. ok. it is a strange situation. i want people to read what i write, and i dont want to know that they do when actually i do cause that makes me feel good, but knowing that makes me write crap just like this fuckin post. im fuckin incoherent. wow. i do write well.

anyway. i am going to stop thinking about the millions and billions (or 7) of people reading this shit and just write what comes to me naturally.

ok.

here goes.

nyaaaahahahahahahahahaaaaaimakakakakakajuijuijuinetetetetetetetetetekekekekemamamamamamamamama.

phew. glad i got that off my chest.

ok. now for the real deal. i just started working. guess what. im a fuckin investment banker. no jokes. yes. the legendary shit drummer for that shit punk band which did well is now a fuckin investment banker who just got paid an insane amount of money today.

more money than ive ever had in my whole life. more money than i would have made in a year had i taken my previous job as a software engineer in a multinational.

i work hard. sorry. hardly. atleast right now while im still training...in 2 weeks its going to get really rough. im talking 7 to 8 working hours. and i dont mean 7-8 working hours. i mean 7 am to 8 pm. really looking forward to that.

fuck me sideways. i now have so much money. and no time to spend it. it sucks. life is all wrong.

all i wanted was enough money to buy a couple cymbals, maybe afford pizzas once in a while, top up the balance in my cellphone. now i have money, no drumkit, no place to keep a drumkit in my really tiny apartment in a really posh development (we have a private cinema, swimming pool, gym, sauna, steam room, solarium, blah blah blah), no time to hang out with friends, no nothing. i was unhappy then, im unhappy now.not really. i was ultra happy then, when i could do all that shit, now that im all old and mature (im 23), i can finally do all this other shit i could never do. i am now soon-to-be the proud owner of a stunningly sexy omega speedmaster professional moonwatch with a black leather strap and a clasp. oh yeah. fuck yeah. oh oh yeah.

anyway. gotta sleep. job tomorrow. and then. the weekend. oh yeah baby.