A Blog is Born...

Hello, my name is...Ha! i'm not going to tell you my name as I don't want any of this used as incriminating evidence in future.

All I'm saying is that I'm a 27 year old male, living in London, and struggling to earn a living as a graphic designer. When not earning a living I also struggle (with my science degree from a fairly respectable university) to figure out how on Earth one applies for Job Seeker's Allowance. All I know is that the amount of paperwork required for me to do this has probably been one of the main contributions to the rapid decline of the earth's rainforests, global-warming, and ultimately the destruction of the planet.

But hey - the £56.20 a week means I can buy pizzas and beer.

Other struggles I will no doubt spend my time whinging and whining about on here will include:

- Women. Why are all the good ones in London taken, and when they do split up with a boyfriend, how is it that they instantly seem to be going out with someone else? How does one become a 'someone else'? Why do women (the ones I like at least) seem to always need a boyfriend? They're always bragging about how 'empowered' and 'independent' they are, but they can't operate for 10 minutes without the support of some dickhead who's only half as attractive/intelligent as I am. And why do they always have to tell people like me that 'we did [insert boring event here] over the weekend', where 'we' has not been explained?

- Money. Why does everyone have tonnes of it apart from me? How can I get a piece of the action? A slice of the pie? I'm 27 and I can barely afford a bike, let alone a car/wife/pet/children. As for buying even a bedsit in London - how does anyone do it!

- Death. It's all a bit unfair really, ain't it? Just as someone's brain has become full of interesting stories, experiences, and knowledge, they pop their clogs. What's the point of life, eh?

I'm sure I'll be adding to those original and groudbreaking topics as I go along, but I don't know yet, do I? If I could really see into the future, I'd be able to tell you that I'm so lazy that I'll probably give up on writing this blog in a few days, but I can't. So you'll just have to wait and let the mysterious sands of time flow over you and get stuck in some bodily crevices along the way.

Until tomorrow....Watch this space!