Off Message

the comment left yesterday by ‘anonymous’ on a post from a couple of weeks back where I mentioned the fact that a few of my friends had started games of Scrabble with me on Facebook, one of these friends is becoming slightly irritated that I still haven’t taken my turn in whichever of the four games I’ve got on the go is theirs. (Indeed, I haven’t taken my turn in any of the four games for at least two weeks.) It hardly needs to be said, but whoever it is should know me well enough to realise that I’m now even less likely to take my turn, being, as I am, a petty, mildly malicious, awkward and annoying arsehole.

No no. You’re welcome. 

I guess if I want to keep my Google ranking at number one (er, if you type in ‘off message blog’, that is; and, er, also, as if that really matters to anyone in the world other than the kind of foaming fuckbag navel-gazing narcissist who’d be insane enough to waste precious minutes of his rapidly disappearing and fundamentally pointless life obsessing about these things), I’ll have to blog even when I have nothing to blog about. Like, say, right now.