Up jumped the Devil

Welly welly welly welly welly well, I’m ecstatic to learn that AT LEAST three people actually read my first ever venture into the infinite universe of blogging. I’m actually considering changing the name of my blog from the current clockwork orange inspired My Bloggy Wog to something closer resembling the writings of the twats behind some of our more widespread monotheistic doctrines. Sirenism does have a nice ring to it and I think my flamboyant personality might at least conger up some kind of a spiritual connection between some of the less fortunate, intelligencewise, amongst us here on the planet of Sirenia. Unfortunately the sirens and sirenism already resonates with somewhat of a differently “meaning” amongst people with interest and knowledge about Greek mythology. If only my name was Ariel! I could have been a maverick, changed the world with the help of my jet-red, mysterious and not to mention sexually enticing hair! Jesus was the bearded man of the past and I would be the ginger vixen of the future!!

Anyway, I am truly happy that people are taking an interest in the ramblings of a mad woman. It is truly heart-warming and it proves to me the eternal truth of any religion: It’s not the size of congregation, it’s the motion of the devotion.

You’ll be happy to learn that you’re already becoming somewhat of an online psychiatrist in the sense that I can pour my heart out to you and you might choose to listen if you are thus inclined. But then again you become superior to the average shrink/quack/dandified drug dealer because you don’t have to pretend to scribble down anything on the lustrous pad one might find resting on a “doctors” lap and you need never give me any constructive feedback… (As you might notice, everything I know about psychiatry is rudely stolen from American television)

Sadly, at this point I have completely forgotten what I set out to write about, but worry not my little sexoid. I shall use the immense power of my intellect to stare blankly at my screen.

HOLY CRAP ON A CRACKER, someone just did the stomp-your-feet-angrily-on-the-floor-to-shut-your-loud-downstairs-neighbour-up bit. I say bit, but I really mean terrifying soundtheater of Asmodai. I fully understand that I can be charmingly annoying to be around, IN PERSON, but I try not to annoy faceless neighbours through walls and roofs… The chances might be slim of me ever having to confer with them about matters of importance, but still, I enjoy the polite greetings of a neighbour!

It's me! (Look at me go, blogging away like some crazed bloggin' lunitic)

I must now leave you in the very capable hands of yourselves. Read, enjoy, wank off to, whatever your heart desires and please comment. Comment constructively, deconstructively, lovingly, demonstratively, anonymously, flamboyantly, just for a laugh or post a photo of yourself flipping me off if you want to, my blog is your playground!

Sampai Jumpa and eternal bliss to you all

Siren