I am the DJ, who is not really a DJ, who doesn’t talk about music, just treats his blog like a therapy session.
That’s cool. RIght now I’m not a DJ. I’m not DJ Romantech, I’m just the guy who writes this blog about how nobody loves me.
I did tunes once, I always put them up for download, and gigs and what not, that DJ stuff, but I’m over that now, I’m all about y’know, self actualization through my fucking blog.
No shit. I’m all over it, so I could get lucky.
Are you interested in my problems? I should hope not, but this is my blog, it’s new, I do have problems, so since as far as I know I’m the only reader for now, we’re going to deal with it.
People will read this later and think I’m mental, which is good, because I am. I have mental problems, but lord knows that I try. I will read over this later and take it as stone cold evidence that I am a complete idiot, and kind of pretty much and indulgent prick, but hey, that’s the kind of guy I am.
You don’t have to like it, I don’t particularly like it my self. I didn’t ask to be here. I didn’t get asked, I guess I just turned up and making strange sounds, but you’re under no obligation to stay. If you were looking for something meaningful I’m sure I’ll be working on it, but then, I am a complete mental retard.
I’ll work everything out. I’ll understand the secrets of the universe, and yet I’ll still wonder why I posted such dumb shit on my blog that made me look like a complete retard and basically a mental health anomaly.
Like a completely retarded aids infected child raised by Baboons and blown up by a landmine.
It’ll be the last great mystery I swear.
