Boredom, Backgrounds, And Blogging About Bollocks.

Okay, so I'm sitting her completely bored and with no idea what to write. Why am I sitting here writing anyway, you ask? What, do I think I'm that important, that people will wanna read my blog, even if it's filled with complete and utter bollocks? What an arrogant prick, who do I think I am, hones--


Woa, woa, hold your horses there. Before we get into name-calling, let's get a few things straight. No, I don't think I'm that important. In fact I seriously doubt anyone even reads this blog. No, I'm not arrogant, I don't think I'm anybody, just another bored emo wanting something to do.


The truth is, I'm just sitting here writing this because I love writing. There's something magical about my fingers touching the keys, and watching my thoughts appear on the screen. I'm addicted to the written word, and I absolutely adore creating it.


So, here's me, blogging, creating written word - even if nobody cares. At least I do.


Boooorrrredddd. What a word. Boredom makes us do insane things, like run around naked, or huff pipe glue (I only sniffed it a little!). For me, it made me climb ontop of my swingset then change my XChat background picture to a picture of emos making out. By the way, what do you think?

It kinda reminds me of me and Jay a little. Not sure why. For one, he doesnt have a nose ring. I'd kick his ass if he did.

Boredom also makes me Google image search. When I'm boredny, or bored + horny, usually porn helps. But today, I was TOTALLY bored. So instead, I Googled for Disney pictures. Ones from cartoons. Also, what the hell, am I obsessed, or does every single picture I see look like me and Jay?

Oh well. Either way, it's adorable. I love you Jay!

Love, Pai

First Kiss, Flawless, Fearless.

There I am, in the middle of Belfast, in front of a small pub called O'McBrian's. I'm standing there alone, waiting for the man I love.

He's not here. Why hasn't he come yet? He should be here. He told me he'd meet me here.

The clock keeps ticking. My lovesick eyes find him in everyone who passes me. . . but none of them are him.

Now I'm getting worried. What if he bails? What if he's standing me up? What if this is some cruel joke, and I've went across an entire ocean to get played?

He'll come. He has to. He'll come. . . Won't he? Oh, God, this is really sucking now.

It's been so long. . . Here come the tears. Someone get an umbrella, the waterworks are coming.

Now I'm on the damn dirty ground with my tears flowing like rain. How great is that, huh?

Why am I even doing this? This is such bullsh-- There he is. He's right there in front of me now, wouldn't you know he'd wait until I look so terrib-- And he kisses me. I'm in his arms and he's kissing me. Awesome. This kiss is like. . . I don't have the words to describe it. But this song is in my head:

"Well you stood there with me in the doorway
My hands shake
I'm not usually this way but
You pull me in & I’m a little more brave
It’s the first kiss, it's flawless, really somethin’, it’s fearless"~Taylor Swift

Best. Dream. Ever.

I love ya, Jay. I'm dedicating this post to you.

Love, Pai