Do you even blog, bro?

It’s 6:30am, I’m yet to sleep and I have no idea why I’m here. 
Typically at this time I’m doing one of two things. Sleeping or watching Star Wars. The idea that anybody could possibly enjoy being awake and fully functional at this ungodly hour for any other purpose than the latter, is completely inconceivable and way beyond me. Even sex wouldn’t convince me to rise from my slumber this early. Channing Tatum, wrapped in bacon, serenading me with some Bob Dylan could potentially change my view on this time of the morning, along with my view on everything I’ve ever known for that matter, but until that day comes, 6:30am sucks and I still don’t know why I’m here.

Somehow though, through a series of random, cosmic circumstances, this is where I’ve found myself.
Talking absolute nonsensical; irrelevant; rubbish, about sleep, sex and Star Wars, to nobody? To myself? To complete strangers? To who exactly, is something I’m not quite sure of, as I’m new to this whole blogging thing, but I do think nonsensical; irrelevant; rubbish talk may be right down my alley and could prove to be quite the source of daily amusement.

And so it begins;
My rubbish blog about non-rubbish things that literally has no purpose other than keeping me entertained.
I have no idea how, why or what I’m doing, but I promise it will be nothing short of complete, awesome, hilarious, bullshit.