You know which song you does this to you.
You know how when you hear a terrible song, and you just can’t seem to get it out of your head? Or a jingle from a stupid local car commercial and you want to punch the commercial in the face? You know that three year old kid you see in the store that just won’t stop being annoying, listen to his mom or dad, or sit still in their cart? Well, my blog is now that annoying three year old. On March 8, 2012 this blog was born and it came crying, screaming and ignored into the world.
Your annoyingly bitter 3 year old blog, everyone.
Even on its infant first day, this blog was trying to annoy. Three years later it is still that annoying terrible, yet catchy song in your head that you just want to leave your brain. It is still the local jingle that you want to punch in the blogs face. Today is its three year old anniversary, and it is still just as immature, self-centered and irritating. It screams and whines just like a three year old. To paraphrase what that weird guy Mcbeth Shakespeare guy said once, this blog is told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, but ultimately signifying nothing.
Like that Macbeth Shakespeare guy said, This blog is full of sound and fury, but signifies nothing.
On this day where most of us in the US have to set our clock forward, and lose an hour that we will never get back, I have written this blog post, which will probably take you an hour to read and one hour you will never get back, we look back on a blog which whines about stuff that signifies nothing.
To celebrate, you should go out and do something productive like eat a pizza, sit on a couch, don’t open your eyes, go out and don’t make a change in the world. Be the same that you always didn’t want to be. Follow your lazy bones. Use this day to reflect on how you will do nothing better in the next year. Use this day as an anti-resolution day. Don’t have cake, don’t move forward, don’t invite your loved ones over to celebrate, don’t send them a Facebook congrats, celebratory text, or call. Signify nothing. Be a terrible song that can’t get out of your friends heads. Act like a three year old.
WWWWWWAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH
Bitter 3 year old Blog Ben