No seriously, I totally forgot I was doing daily blogs. Oops.
I had a good reason for it. Infact, I'll let you pick which reason is best!
1) I was too busy playing with facepaint and makeup.
2) "You were too busy being a huge flying gothic queer." - You
3) I was too busy working and sleeping.
4) Trapped in a mine in Chili. (Too soon? Was it EVER too soon?)
5) I simply forgot. No reason at all.
Only one of these is completely true. I'll give you a hint. It's definitely not being trapped in a mine.
So apologies for y'know, not daily blogging. I honestly don't have the time nor patience to do it. I thought I could, but it was just a pipe-dream. It's fine though. It would have been shoddy, forced content in the end. Like any "professional porn" movie, am I right? I'm so right.
So what's been going on in my world?
I got tickets to go see Black Veil Brides. HOLD IT. Don't you say one thing.
("...." - You")
Good. They've recently been voted for band of t-
("FAGSQUEERSHOMOEMOGOTHBENDERSTHUNDEROUSFUCKINGGAYS" - You)
-he year. Haters gonna' motherfuckin' hate.
The concert in March also has D.R.U.G.S supporting them, which is a really good combination in my opinion, so it should be a damn good gig. And before it, I'll hopefully be seeing Rammstein and their mystery support band down in Dublin. That'll be absolutely immense to say the least.
In other news, not one of my secret projects has been worked on. Although I am currently in the midst of saving money for Summer. How much I can amass, I don't know yet. Plus I must sort out my passport.
I have a few ideas of where I'd like to go, as previously mentioned, but there's always one that stands out.
I read earlier that Charlie Sheen accidentally tweeted his phone number in a message to Justin Bieber, instead of using Direct Message.
I don't care about his mobile number. I don't care about "winning". I don't care that he answered the calls he got from his followers claiming to be "Ray's Pizza". Why on God's green Earth is Charlie Sheen sending his number to the Biebs?
Though now that I think about it, imagine those to having a night on the town. That'd be an experience no young celebrity would every forget. Or remember. Seven gram rocks and all that.
Christmas is coming!
("Oh god, he's sold out and went to the Christmas talk..." - You)
I bring this up just so that I can point out how gosh-darn generous I am.
Now that I'm working 30 hours a week (and slowly killing myself), I can afford to buy people presents.
I've been in the giving mood, and getting the family lovely presents and stuff. I'm going to regret all this money throwing when January comes. Oh well. Rejoice! Yule and all that.
Alright, I think we're just about done with this blog. Should be done by the midnight mark. Impressive. This isn't the first time I'll finish a blog exactly at midnight. Funny how that always seems to happen.
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