Tommy Collison

I would just like record to show that Karma’s a bitch. A big, huge, of-gargantuan-size, ginormous bitch.

On that note, the first one to mention “you never miss the water until the well goes dry” gets violently stabbed by yours truly.

Out Internet is fubared. Currently lying on a couch (how wonderfully apt, think of shrinks) using the lifesaver of Meteor EDGE (see karma being a bitch comment earlier) to write this.

I suppose this is irrefutable proof that not only am I addicted to the internet, which I knew and had accepted earlier, but also to blogging.

This is actually serious. This isn’t your willy nilly showoff nansy pancy lark of blogging, that you can quit anytime I want. No. I can’t quit. Like my cane, I’ve come to accept it.

The internet is my lifeline.

I did a radio piece for someone a good few months back with Ben K., about how Irish kids these days are growing up in, like, a completely different world to when Ben would have grown up, back when dinosaurs ruled the Earth, in the 90s.

Yes. I am dependant on the net. Sue me