I still can't believe I just turned 30, it used to be such a dirty word to me, but it has happened, and to be honest I am ok with it, well sort of. I guess sitting here typing out a blog kind of reflects things, while concentrating on trying to string together a coherent sentence I am also thinking why arent I curled up on a sofa or a bed, or a sofa-bed with a woman rather than sitting at a dinner table watching South Park repeats and surfing the net, why do I suddenly want to start buying the Guardian instead of the Sun? Why is Arnie no longer cool? How did I come to swap McDonalds for Starbucks? Why am I so intolerent of Americans? (sorry to any American readers, this is based upon a specific type of American, blog about that another day) I love their movies and drama series, and yet the thought of actually going to America fills me with dread when once I was so sure I wanted to live there.
Some may say its to do with maturing, though I don't feel that mature, mature is another dirty word, its like saying goodbye to an old friend, swapping your beloved Nike trainers for a pair of carpet slippers...ok, so I am blabbering on with no particular point to make, which again is something I never used to do, neither was writing blogs, although I am seeing the therapeutic benefits of it, or am I just blogging to take my mind offa recent split with my girlfriend, but no, I am not that bitter, this is my first blog, a blog virgin at the age of 30, still watching SouthPark and possibly suffering a Peter Pan complex
Adios
