My Brain Vomit

Facebook doesnt need a dislike button… I shall provide a selection of buttons it does need:

1. “Nobody understands your inside joke reference” button.
2. “Stop anonymously bitching about someone to the masses, message them directly” button.
3. “Nobody cares about your first world problems” button.
4. “Perhaps you wouldn’t be late for work if you didn’t log on to Facebook to tell your news-feed about it” button.
5. “Stop publicly flirting with your partner” button.

Please, feel free to add any more you feel I’ve missed. 

The chuckle brothers featured heavily in my dream last night… they were right miserable bastards, which probably says a lot about my personality.

Why didn’t someone warn me about that “Hot Problems” song on YouTube? Now I want to perform a double Vincent Van Gogh on myself just in case I hear it again by accident

The Easter holiday robbed me of my chance to fully enjoy this months comic on my Dilbert calendar. Damn

I fancy a rant because I can and after a good start to the day,  everything is annoying me.

When did charity stop being charity? A quick google of the definition of charity returns “The voluntary giving of help, typically money, to those in need”. So when did it stop being about shaking a pot of change to hounding me for “£3 a week”? There is nothing voluntary about trying to sell me your £12 a month deal on the street. For fuck sake its a charity stop begging for regular income, ill donate when I’m feeling charitable not when direct debit says so. You’re all getting to be as bad as businesses.

And just as a footnote, you’ve ”caught a lot of students today” because its fucking 12pm on a Thursday, everyone else is at work. Here’s a helpful tip for your charity, fuck off up to out of town Tesco stores on a Saturday and maybe you’ll find people who have money to give. Better yet, tell them to stop wasting time and money hiring you guys with your clip boards and start investing in more profitable schemes like, I don’t know, building fucking wells in Africa or whatever it is that they exist for.

Secondly, Im losing faith in humanity with every purchase I make on ebay. Dont tell me the item is located in London when it turns up in a package with oriental language written all over it. Its clearly from Hong Kong. Maybe you are operating from London but you’re misinforming everyone who expects their package to show in under 7 days. Also, when I bought something of a precise description please dont fuck it up, send me the wrong thing and then expect me to pay to send it back and wait another 7-10 days for probably the wrong thing again. Time is money and I’ve already lost a lot of both to you. 

I’m starting to fucking hate the world. I may become Buddhist, the Dalai Lama seems to have his shit together.

Having dark hair I feel its a bit unfair that I must go grey. Its way more noticeable.

I crumbled and bought a IR filter for my camera. Let’s hope it makes my photos look as good on google images.