theduke

Wow, my friends only rant where I called everyone a cunt got almost as many comments as my birthday. Maybe I should be mean more often

To be honest I wasn't that angry, more of it was due to my frustrations at myself. This is supposed to be my year of action and I'm hardly doing anything. I know why it is, it's fear, but somehow I can't seem to overcome it. I guess the reason I've just cleared out my friends list was to serve as a reminder of who my real friends are and fortune that they brought me. That sounds really wanky I know, but fuck it as I'm sure some of you buggers are smiling.

So what now? It's my father's birthday so I gave him a call and wished him well. I think he really liked his present (a right hand leather glove) as it coincidently matched my brother's present to him (a left hand leather glove). It was a lame joke, but what I liked more was the way my brother and I did it. We sent two identical envelopes, no note or wrapping paper, with just a black leather glove inside. Of course to an outsider this would look quite ominous and threatening, but to my family it was stupidly hysterical. Gotta love it.

I don't worry about my parents expensive gifts anymore, I've realised I'm finally in a position to cash in all those IOUs and actually deliver a son they can be proud in. I've been the adolescent shit, the layabout student and the rebellious black sheep, now is the time to make good on the promises.

I've got a good home, a decent job, dynamite friends and a whole host of ideas. Burn the playing field and start anew. This boy is going places.

In two days my flatmate goes on holiday for two weeks and I'll have no distractions to waive my determination. This is a time when I'm thankful to be single and have no money. I'm gonna hole up and make myself a somebody.

Watch this space.