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i dont have a thing to write about. dont know, just felt like i had to write or do something. like that feeling you get that you ought to do something, inevitably yes you are doing something because its quite impossible to do absolutely nothing. So yes, i had to do something.
and the greatest part is, even though i have a desire to write something, i at times realize that i dont have anything to say that is interesting... because i could write all the typical and rather boring day to day trite you can find in millions of other blogs, but you know.. i seriously doubt anyone really cares what kind of sauce i had with my salad, or if i even had a salad for that matter. or at just what hour i had my lunch and who i talked with, etc etc. its fascinatingly boring stuff.
but heres something that ocurred to me earlier and i had forgotten until recently. perhaps we can all agree to this.
lets have everyone who turns 21 spend a year doing community service. not the governmental community service you get assigned for wandering around horribly inebriated the whole of the weekend and deciding that the middle of the engineering mall is the best place for you to expose to the world everything you had go down your throat in the last 12 hours, except in reverse and inside out. not that kind. instead, i want to propose they do social service for those of us who cannot buy the fermentation of barley yet. it seems a fair trade off doesnt it? you bitch when your sub-21 about not being able to acquire alcohol in any easy manner... yet when you do turn 21 suddenly your too f'n busy to go buy some whiskey , rum, lager or beer for your mates. who are bitching about not being 21 like you so they can go buy beer and consume beer and smell of beer. so, lets do this then shall we?
all of you who are 21.. be a righteous bastard, very different from a regular bastard ill explain another day details of bastardization, and buy your younger mates some beer. clearly not for free of course, you have to have a fee. they have to pay for their beer, and a little for your trouble, but not nearly double, just enough for a bottle.
cheers.