I keep writing the same stuff. Some of my posts are short enough to be tweets. My girlfriend tells me I take too long on the toilet.
And for those reasons, this is the last Potty Mouth post ever.
It’s a saddish day, but I’m ready to move on to bigger and better things. Expect my blog where I analyse television shows to pop up on your Facebook and Twitter news feeds within a few weeks.
I’ve achieved a lot with Potty Mouth but it has always been a means to an end – a way of practicing how I would write for much more culturally significant blogs. Thanks for hanging around these past 6 months.
Bye for now.
At this time in two weeks, I will be lapping up the first day of my super-extended Summer break. Here are some goals for the holiday period that I’ve just come up with:
– Earn butt loads of money.
– Watch some great TV (I’ve notably got The Sopranos to catch up on most of all).
– Make another documentary.
– Go see mah girlfriend in Perth.
– Do some other awesome things.
These seem as good a place to start as any.
You know you’ve got yourself a keeper when your phone’s out of battery and your ladyfriend happily gives up hers so that you can blog on the dunny. For her, the reward is great but the risks are greater. What if this is the one time I drop more than just a deuce? What a courageous woman.
As the days drag on, my posts are getting worse and worse. Gone are the days of positive feedback – I blog purely for the sake of sitting on the toilet now.
I feel the end is truly nigh for Potty Mouth. I started this blog for the sake of getting more confident in writing for online audiences and I feel as though I’ve achieved this. My blog doesn’t really serve a purpose beyond that.
My girlfriend and Zoe just came into the bathroom. They would like to inform you that my poo does not smell like rainbows.
There’s nothing like a good ol’ poo to get your birthday rolling. Given that it’s my big day, I feel I can treat myself to talking about poo.
I GOT A CANON 60D. My girlfriend and a lot of brilliant people put in for the present and to say I’m stoked doesn’t begin to describe how I feel. My girlfriend is the biggest and the best babe. I’m also still drunk and that’s pretty remarkable given my last drink was probably close to 12 hours ago (that’s really not a thing to boast about in any case).
LOOSE CITY. POPULATION: ME.
Today is my girlfriend’s birthday. I bought her a dress and some snacks. She was pleased. We went out for dinner. I ate lasagne and she ate pasta. Woo. Now we are going to watch Louis Theroux roam Johannesburg before tucking into a good movie. A very good day.
Brr… Why is the seat so cold this morning?!
Note to all: don’t dance near burning kettles. Girlfriend was unlucky and singed herself last night and is now nursing a mighty sore burn. My thanks to the Big Macauls for making sure we treated the injury right. You so army, Jack.