Blog n Roll

I was in a H&S meeting all afternoon, i could feel my life slowly and painfully ebbing away.
Just before i started taking notes i looked up at the screen and it said we all have a part to play!
These are the notes i wrote -

WE ALL HAVE A PART TO PLAY

It was up on the screen written in red, Those seven little words they made me feel dead, What am i doing here and what part do i play?, i am sitting at the back behind a number of heads, nobody is sitting next to me, nobody is looking at the back of my head!! Nobody can see me, so what part do i play?......the invisible fool??

i remember i used to write about love,
now all i write about is not wanting to be loved.
Im lieing of course i want to be loved, but as i get older its the guilt that comes with it that i dont want.
Its like love and guilt just walk into my heart hand in hand.
I doubt they are friends, i think its more of a case of keeping your enemies closer.
I feel guilty drinking but i love to drink, i feel guilty loving because i love to cheat.
I love feeling guilty sometimes because it means i have cheated and i feel i have still got it!
'got what?'
My long suffering girlfriend (of 8 months?)
i havent cheated yet but i still feel guilty! why?
Its because i love her but i know it wont last because she slept with me on the first date!
And i know another bloke who she slept with on the first date (and he's 2ft tall)....it hurts.
I feel guilty because she hears wedding bells and the pitter patter of feet, and all i hear is her crying and my prada's slapping against the pavement as i run away to get another line?
The girls i have loved have loved me, but how can i respect thier love when they love celebrity, posessions, big brother, crap music and the colour pink?
And how can i trust my love when i love cheating, posessions, drugs, binge drinking and
"Writing a book?" someone has just said to me' NO IM NOT NOW FUCK OFF!!...jesus i cant even write down on a piece of paper without some fucker being a smart arse!!
Where was i? oh yeah love and guilt...Oh fuck it
Id love to kill that smart arse and guilty your on your own!!!!

I think this Blogging lark is just a flash in the pan for me,
For one i dont know what to say and for two im far too lazy and get bored easily!

But i cant stop blogging yet because It took me a day to think of a Blog name here's a list of blog names i came up with before i chose elvisismydad -
adayinthelife@blog.co.uk (some jammy gits got this blog already)

howdoyoufacethesunshine@blog.co.uk (if you know the lyrics to this song you'll prob now the answer is to smile smile smile)..i dont know who sings it and the song is completely poo, but it came on the tele when i was thinking of a blog name.

Tipp-Ex@blog.co.uk ( i decided to close my eyes in the office, spin around on my chair and when i opened my eyes, the first thing i looked at was going to be my blog name)..this was a dangerous technique as it could have been fatmingers@blog.co.uk officebike@blog.co.uk and whyareyoulookinatmelikethat@blog.co.uk.

ku.oc.golb@blog.co.uk (i was grasping at straws at this point)

istoletheeuropeancup@blog.co.uk (true story...slightly exaggerated 'stole' more like borrowed for the night: )

I ended up with elvisismydad@blog.co.uk because there was a point when i was a kid that i thought my old fella was the 'king of rock n roll'
He is 'or was the absolute double'.
My mum or 'Me ma' as i like to call her was a complete Elvis junkie when she was younger and she used to dream about meeting him..
Anyway my Dad or stranger as i call him or i would call him if i ever saw him! met her at some youth club. (needless to say love at first site).
Ill cut a long story short....Love...wedding bells....twinboys..dad does a runner...passport..Thailand!!
The only thing me and my bro. had to look at were a couple of wedding photos and from that moment on i swear we told everyone our dad was Elvis and that's why he wasn't around.. And NO 'The King' wasn't dead he was living in Thailand getting jiggy with the ladyboys..
This is still my theory, so Lisa Marie if your reading this come and rescue me and take me to Graceland....And the doctor told me its ok to want to shag you even though your my sister! Apparently that's what happens when siblings, who have never met each other, until later on in life want to do!

Oh well i gotta go! any comments or questions please say or ask...as you can see i havent got any friends and i still dont know what im doing!
So if you want to be my mate or my enemy please comment!!

Im going to get straight into this no introductions or anything: ) Until last week i didnt have a clue what a blog was until i started reading a book called My War its written by a bloke called CBFTW (I have forgotten his name so these are his initials)...well the CB parts his initials and the FTW means 'Fuck The World'.
Sounds like a pretty heavy book but actually its quite funny (well recommended)
What it is the author is a young American who decides to joins the army for 2yrs coz he's sick of life in San Fransico (i dont know what he'd do if he lived in Liverpool then!) and he writes daily on his blog everything that happens to him over in IRAQ.

Now before i go any further i want to say even though i dont necessarily agree with the war. i back the Soldiers 100%, and i hope they all come home to their familys soon. (Alive and well!)

I only bought the book on Thursday and iv finished it already. I was so pissed off in work on Monday, the book gave me the urge to join the Army..But not the British Army i wanted to join the American Army!
And its not becuase i think the American Army is better its just because i wanted to shout HOOAH and HELL YEAH as i drive into battle with Highway to Hell (AC/DC) blasting on the speaker.
Sad but true....needless to say i changed my mind because to be totally honest im a fart!
Can you imagine if i was in a battle id have all these Yanks on one side and all the arabs on the other, with me in the middle saying CALM DOWN CALM DOWN.

I hoped you liked my first posting: ) HOOAH