Bollockness

I have been blogging for three years now. At first, I was really excited, keeping tab on the view statistic every 5 seconds, getting orgasm with the knowledge a lot of people view my blog. Over time, the content and quality drop, even the quantity drop. truthfully and honestly, I don't even know what to write anymore.

I use to fuel my blogging energy with rage. Anger, human negativity, disappointment,( but mostly rage)  is needed to spark my rusted brain. Without rage as the active ingredient, I bet my blog with be fill with nothing but breast photo of 18-23 years old celebrity.

I enjoy reading my own blog and I like to laugh at my own joke. (Narcissism  at the highest level) . I have a dream to publish my blog into a book, but then I ask myself would I pay money to buy a piece of turd?

Some of the jokes are recycle from various resources ( I'm a fucking environmentalist, recycle,think before you throw) namely, WheezyWaiter,Ray William Johnson, Rojak-blog. But hey, originality is hard to come by. Before you fuck-ass broke nigger criticize me for copying others joke, try to come out with original joke. It's tough.

On an unrelated note,now I'm hooked to Dexter, now on season 3. Go watch it.

I was expecting to generate income through my blog but nobody is visiting this blog. Why is nobody visiting this blog? Have I not (sexually) satisfy you through my superbly done monograph?

Keough, why do you write blog anyway? Good question , you Timbuktu drug-lord. To tell you the truth, at this moment, I don't even know why I bother with this blog-shit. Anyone who know why I write this blog leave a comment and stand a chance to win an imaginary Myvi.

Thanks for watching today's episode of Apple Waffle. I'm Keough and this episode is sponsored by Warung Pak Majid, spreading salmonella since 1973.