Operation Eve Myles
Perhaps I shouldnt have given up on wordpress so quickly. Perhaps I was right too. Either way, here I am, writing some garbage for the sake of writing something. No point, no plot, no cause to promote, just typing, letting the words come out. I think this is the first time I have ever written a blog on here, that wasnt first published elsewhere, then copied and pasted. I think that maybe I am only writing this for Jack. God knows why I would do that, but it seems like the only logical reason for writing anything at all. He is, after all, the only person I know who comes and reads anything on here that I happen to write.
I feel he is having one of those weeks where he needs cheering up. I feel like perhaps I should start writing to him instead of about him as he will no doubt be the only one to read it….
Jack, I think you need cheering up. A little part of me thinks that you always need cheering up. That sounded kinda bitchy, but I mean, you like to keep cheered. Perhaps I should have written want instead of need. Who cares. This is my blog, shut up telling me what to write, will you! god you are so demanding sometimes. I’m trying my bloody best! 
Jack, Jack, Jack. I know what will cheer you up. What about if I promise to start updating this thing again. Just for you. Like your own personal magazine. Perhaps in weekly installments. Every Sunday at eight or something. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe there will be hundreds of people turning up every sunday wanting their installment too. How does that sound? Perhaps you can then fill me in on the stuff I have missed over the last month or so.
Anyways, that is enough of my rambling. It may not even get read. Perhaps sinse your last post you hacked into government files and now you are on the run under an alias and you can never come back on here for fear of being tracked, and my cheering up idea will have no relevence to you now that your life is all about wigs and code names. Ooh code names. The planning and execution of my weekly Jack column should have a code name. I am thinking Operation Eve Myles.
It’s a go go!!!
P.s you now have your own tag on here, thats like winning the lottery or something else equally fun and exciting.
Oh yes. Only a word, three letters, and several exclamationmarks can be applied to this blog: Ryan FTW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This has actually cheered me up an INSANE amount!! Huzzah!!! To whip out the french language on you; Je suis tres bonne, et le word pour ‘happy’ c’est tres difficile pour le spelling, so je will say ‘bonne’ instead. So yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Sunday installments – win.
I’ll read them when I get in from work and be like ‘Hell to the yeah!!’ and then I won’t feel tired anymore after my crazy working night.
The question is though, why Eve Myles? I mean, yeah the Torchwood/Doctor Who credits, I get it… but I don’t…
Anyway, I am actually dead happy now, so I dunno… I’m gonna do some happy stuff, like… well I dunno! But y’know…
Happy happy happy! Love from Jack.
I have had a coffee sinse I wrote all that. Wow I can squeeze an insane amount of crap out of one post. Im actually particularly proud of that fact. And you seem, whats the word, happy, happy, happy?
Yes. Yes you can. And although I seem happy, don’t think that I don’t need your sunday blog to cheer me up. Cos I do! Oh, and actually, question; why did you just decide to write this all of a sudden?
It was about 2 parts boredom, 3 parts insanity, 1 part regret of not doing it, and about 8 parts wanting to catch up. Like a big old muddled recipe. I even added chocolate sprinkles and stuff to make it pretty. I left a real long reply to your last blog too. That was kinda what spurred me I guess. That and that you never leave me comments anymore, even though you know where I reside. Shame on your house!
Also, I havent been mentioned in one of your blogs in like a year. I feel like a z lister hasbeen. Perhaps all this was just my way of attention seeking or something!
That last half a sentence and a sentence were not grammatically sound. But I shall let it fly. This is like back in the good old days, where we used to talk on comments, back when you were still wondering to get back together with ‘Jay’ and lived with smelly Gavin. This case clearly points to the fact that I am your number one fan.
Well as for something else you wrote up there, I haven’t been that far away. But I will not explain because it’s a secret which would shock you to the core of yourself.
Finally, as if you just stated that you enjoy the colour black. That’s filthy. I used to enjoy black and think it was sleek in the days when I occupied my time with a lighter on my wrists, and canal water dripping from my clothes. I like colourful stuff, I like wearing colourful clothes, and looking at colour pictures, and having a colourful life, because it makes me happy, and happy is good. Because it is.
Happy happy
I didnt say I enjoy the colour black. Thats a total misinterpretation. I said I like it and that it looks classy. That has nothing to do with clothes. Black is a constantly stylish colour. Colours on the other hand, tend to look cheap if not used properly.
And obviously your cant use a comment like ‘shock you to the core of yourself’ and not tell me what you are on about!
I can and just did!! BURN! And yeah everyone knows you can’t wear black with colour!! It makes the colour look cheap and the black look boring! The fact is though, that those colourful tees and hoodies you get from topman are sexy
And indie… and sometimes a little emo… and everyone knows how it is, Emo boys are HOT
Speaking of hot boys, check out Levi Johnson’s Playgirl shoot. Ooft. I would.
Oh, and actually just been on your blogger account and I have noticed two things, firstly I haven’t been mentioned on your blog in ages, so let’s not get hypocritical here man!!!
Also, you have confirmed that without me you’d be a blubbering mess. But I also won’t explain that. Huzzah!
You have so been mentioned! And I would not be a mess without you. I dont know where you got that idea! lol
Right, I have to go now! Got to pick Jay up. Catch you later, fag
Well, let’s just say all your Jay related presentings wouldn’t be in such a neat, tidy, easy to manage order, without my assistance
If you read my other blog (Link on my about me page) the whole thing will make more sense
Well, I bid thee farewell! S’laters homo!