Well I don't want to confuse you too much so I'll keep it simple:
- Him - the author of this blog about Boring John
- Me- well I be Boring John, capn, at your service.
(Note: I don't usually pretend to be a pirate out at sea; that's just done for comic effect. If you don't think that it's a particularly comic effect well you can go f&^% yourself, ya hear!)
Him not me. I'm the leading character, the main man whilst He's The Writer.
We kind of co-exist.
It's a reluctant type of co-existence and as soon as I can work out a way of not needing Him I'll be outta here, you better believe it.
I mean I have to put with His neuroses day in day out. I have to listen to His bloody love life problems. What problems? Get it where you can. Smile the smile. Leggit just as soon as it starts turning needy. But no, it's never that easy for Him. No, he has to angst and to bloody prance.
As Popeye said (once too often, probably): "I can't stands it no more!"
I'm off just as soon as I can work out how.
And if you're a foxy lady reading this, I'll be calling round yours for sure, just five minutes after my escape. (I'm burstin' with energy, how bout you?)
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