No, fuck that

What a truly shameful return to form.

Myuh myuh myuh myuh I'm Kieran and I'm miserable 'cause I'm an adult. Fuck you, Kieran. When'd you get so whingey?

The answer is; never. So let's talk about stuff that isn't moping.

I live in a house, full of my friends, and they're all awesome. Every weird thought I've thought about them, due to drugs depression or alcohol, has totally fled. I don't know what more I can ask for; I'm surrounded by people I love who have literally brought me straight around with how awesome they are.


GUYS I LOVE YOU AND I'M SORRY I'M A SHIT.

And I'm not even a shit. I am amazing. This barely updated blog is amazing. My friends are amazing and you are amazing, dear viewer. Everything is great and I don't even have wild bipolar. I'm basically successful in a load of stuff at the minute. I just keep bitching because sometimes, I'm a tool. And now we get some real music.


(It is truly ridiculous metal, but it's so fun. Try it.)

http://grooveshark.com/#!/search/song?q=Deathm%C3%B8le+Unicorns+Will+Kill+Your+Children

I dunno if that will even work. But night, buddies.

Bah bah, lovies, bah bah :)

Literally the only Ben Gibbard song that is as cute as it tries to be. Because it at least tries to be a little creepy.

Alright, goodbye kids :)

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Big Scary Whatsitnow

Isn't the world huge and scary?

Every part of life so far has been overestimating and at the same time underestimating every responsibility I'll ever have. You want to be a boy? Nah, you can still throw stuff around but now you're accountable. You want to be a teenager? You can skip every class and get high but suddenly you'll have to do exams. You want to be an adult? You can drink every day but you'll get sick.

Alright, that last one sounds like I'm dying or something. I'm not at all.

But you fuck up enough as an adult and the most awful thing happens to you; context.

This blog is kinda stupid, I have no idea where it's going. But after all these years (two I believe, since I last posted) I've learned something really scary: every failure is just as likely as every success to chase you to the grave. I haven't been myself for a bit, so it might just be hyperbole. Pah.

You know, this is such an absurdly shitty comeback. Sorry to be a bummer at you guys, (I'm assuming you exist. Posterity's sake) it's just been a long time. And you know what they say.

"Absence makes the heart grow bummers."

Ew.

A song I feel we all could do from remembering :) (If you're a total stickler for new stuff, go listen to Ladyscraper or Shitwife. All of it.)