Lily Allen has popularised the words “Fucking Fantastic” in my vocabulary. As a keen proponent for the longest time of the word “Fantastic,” the prepended expletive rounds out a tired phrase with a bit of edge.
It’s fucking fantastic.
Which, coincidentally, is how my new business site is looking. It’s been in the works for near on a hundred years, but now I’ve finally broken it out of mock-up stage, and I’m turning it from a picture into an actual living, breathing web site.
I’ve outdone myself really. All I needed was a massive hurtle in the right direction, and now my hard work’s finally taking shape, I’m feeling invigorated and quite good about myself. Which, let’s face it, doesn’t happen all that often.
I haven’t been doing much more than work, work on my business, sleep, and look for a real job over the last week or so. The fact that my life is incredibly boring is the driving factor between the content on my blog decreasing, and my Twitter stream increasing. I’ve got nothing of value to contribute in terms of a journal, but plenty of random thoughts for you to enjoy in 14 characters or less.
You may have noticed I’ve made my Twitter private, too. This is partially due to a strategic operation whereby I remove possibly questionable content from a Google of my name. I’m also annoyed at Twitter for one really stupid design choice I’ll probably elaborate on later.
Either way it’ll stay private for the time being, or until I adopt a pseudonym. Like a secret agent. James Bland, that’s me.
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