Numero Uno

Haiiiiii!

So, first blog. . . . .what to write?!
I'm new to this whole thing, so i'll try and be as concise as I can so I dont confuse the fuck out of anyone that actually bothers to read this.

First off, I'll describe myself a bit;
I'm Luke, i'm 20 and I love it. It's been by far the best 3 months of my life to date.
Since my 20th birthday i've made some friends I never want to lose, lost one or two that dont even deserve a mention, become closer to my best friend than I ever thought I could be to anyone (seriously that shit is freaky), got myself a job that I love and really want to make a career out of, which may be happening for me if things do go my way over the next month or two, which I have a funny feeling they might, and I'm soon to be getting my own flat in my favourite place on earth, and in all fairness, I really dont care if you think Newport is shit and full of scum. Yes it's true there are quite a fair amount of scally's and tossers about, but for fucks sake, there are people like that in every city on the planet! Just because it's not Cardiff or London doesn't mean it's shit. Your mum is shit but I'm not sitting here typing how shit she is just because I dont like her. You're gonna get it wherever you go, so shut the fuck up. Newport is home for me now, and I cant wait to get back. Moving back to my mums is a pile of wank. Dont get me wrong I love my mum to pieces, and I love being home, but after being independent for over a year and doing what I want when I want, and coming back to having my mum nagging me to do things is driving me insane, and she wonders why I spend most of my time alone in my room, or staying at Ema's. My mum is still convinced me and Ema spend so much time together because we're constantly screwing, which I can assure you is not the case, although in her own words, "We're always drunk, we always share a bed, it's bound to happen.", and our own self admittance that given a few years we'll end up getting married and having the sexiest children imaginable, (Gary Glitter would have a field day) we're just friends, and I love her more than anything. Ever. Period.

It's at this point that I should probably tell you i've just found a multipack of superglue in my room, fun times! Also, the fact that im sat in my room, in my dressing gown and not much else, and that i've been awake for all of two hours and it's almost 7 in the evening, pretty much sums up my life completely. If you hadnt guessed, i'm most definitely a night person. I hate the daytime. If it's light out it means it's "socially unacceptable" for me to be;

a)drunk
b)a slut
c)asleep

and I hate not being able to do the things I love the most. Besides, i'm a barman, if I wasn't a night person i'd end up dying.
Speaking of which i've just had a call from my boss and I'm wanted in work tonight, so looks like i'm gonna have to cut this little extravaganza short. I'll probably do another one tommorrow anyway, so later alligator.