Carrot and Stick Teaching Methods

Running out of time for my first daily blog. Ive already recieved the first verbal warning from my mother, she is locking the computer room in 10 minutes. I shall allocate more time to this valiant persuit tomorrow, maybe even prepare a few puns.

I was up very early this morning with stubborn heartburn and couldnt return to sleep, half past six! I've consumed four cans of fosters, adding to my weariness, supplied by my aunt in exchange for giving her son a quick maths lesson. Tonight it was long division and for a short period of time I was completely flummoxed! But the kid explained it to me and I was fine. I claimed it was my teaching method to my questioning aunt. A brand new teaching method! I call it the 'How the fuck do you do that!?' learning sphere. Government investment is but a phonecall away.

Headache left me after a course of disprin, supplied by the same totalitarian parental unit thats threatening me with immediate dishonouable discharge from the house if I dont vacate the computer room A.K.A. the 'new' sitting room A.K.A. the 'old' sitting room, carrot and stick, she knows all the tricks...

highly pleasurable,

Neill.

P.S. I love you.

Hangoverville

Slight headache, bowels not performing at their optimum level, augh, its coming out my eyes now. Not shit! The headache... Its gone from slight to serious in a few seconds. BALLS. I cant remember the last time my bowels perfomed optimally. I had a few pints last night you see. Eight. Between the hours of seven and eleven. Twas quite fun. Shot pool. A few laughs. I also purchased onion rings, cheese and onion pie and taco fries, the latter of which i failed to consume totally. Augh its coming out my ears now. Not taco fries! The headache.
Ive pissed away the last three weeks. Accomplished absolutely nothing. Its time to get serious, I'm a comedien you see. I am going to 'blog' once a day! Even if its the most frivalous shite ever to be put on the internet, I need to get my brain motering again.
My mother just returned from town with an assortment of sweets, I'm an idiot you see...

Sleep well,
Neill.

P.S. And this one does not count as the one for today bitch! (im calling myself the bitch)

Tough Twitters!

Wasnt getting the satisfaction i needed from Twitter with its 140 characters max. per tweet. I am fairly certain that no one will ever EVER read anything i blog here so consider my restraint mute. I will make one promise to myself and any subsriber: I shall not shy away from the harsh reality that is life, no arid stone in this universe will go unturned in my quest for the truth!

regards,
Neill.

P.s. I rarely keep a promise and i have little time for the truth.