Hard Times

And so it has come to this. The recession. At first I didn't believe it was real, now I'm finding it stampeding into my home, turning over tables and throwing me out, homeless. Yes friends, the recession has brought about some changes and I am left with no choice but to give you the following announcement:

I can no longer afford to keep my home. I know, Google Blogger is supposed to be free but they never tell you about the extra costs involved, the electricity bills that rise every moment I spend writing here, expensive snacks that keep me happy enough to joke about life as I type, the drugs that inspire me. You call that free rent? You call that oh wait I just said that.

I'm going to live with my friend, well not so much a friend as a personality I can't get rid of, but he has given me my own little section on his site. With his impecible ability to annoy he has decided to very obnoxiously refer to my room as a category, like he has to categorise EVERYTHING, OMG. And by the way, G stands for goodness, or gosh, or anything but God, because I'm not even allowed to use certain phrases in every day use which he somehow manages to CATEGORISE as offensive. This is not good.

Here is his site: MR PERFECT. Please come and visit. You'll find I've already settled in. It isn't as high on the property market as here is, owing to the fact that he has lived there and not me up until now, but I'm hoping you'll bring the value up and we'll somehow beat the recession. You can visit me under the categories section on the right hand side, filed nicely between his archives and my address book. Click on "The Annals of Jimlad". Do not talk to him or click on any of the other categories. He will only piss you off.