It was crazy being a teen. It's harder being an adult. I'm still pulling at the strings of denim that clothed the tatters that was my teenage rebellion, and trying to keep my feisty youth fresh by being a mouthy little shit and just generally, acting out to be a snot that no Kleenex can see to.
This blog was meant to prove my professionalism, it's only gone and exposed me to be a Brit Brat.
Unfortunately, I like being a Brit Brat. If I keep it up, my parents will throw me out and I'll bunk in with strangers I'd call 'buddy associates' and 'bwankers' and sniff glue and wear a leather jacket and give the V-sign to anything and everything that displeases me - doesn't that sound so urban? I am Rosie's Teen Angst.
Anyway, all that above was a flustering vent; a hoot of hot air that needed to be blown through my mind's front door. I was actually going to promote my first Vlog, but I so easily digress...?
Vlog, vlogging, I just vlogged, vlogever. It's so demeaning when I say it sometimes - it reminds of the time back in the 90's, when MTV was cool and put out the hottest music videos and they had video DJs giving us the eye hole view into what made them so symbolic and intriguing. Those were the great days, now MTV hardly exists. It doesn't shout out to the audience anymore. It's like an old dog whose had his moments and like dog years, has expired too quickly. It should shuffle off and die in the woods quietly, but it's still hanging around like a dingy odour. What killed MTV anyway? Oh, the dark lord of novelty singles; Simon Cowell.
Digressing again ... *slap* make me stop, oh God, please.
So my first vlog, it's up on YouTube tonight and I'll post it on here too. I talk a little douche-like, but it's about the Pope so what the hell - that's a gag that you'll get later *nudge nudge wink wink*
Tell me what you think - or if you've seen it before it's up here, follow the instructions. I think I make them very clear. I proper give it the trash talk, the runny lip* just watch me, just watch it good. Replay it for your brutha, your sista, your mama and your papa. Peace out, my lovers.
*(I'm lying, I totally edited it out, because I felt stupid and wanted to appear educated. I do have to get married y'know.)
