Let’s break this down, in case the banner menu across the top isn’t clear enough. This is my blog, it’s where I do most of my blogging. I also tweet, and I do that here, and finally, I write for a website called The Impersonals, and my articles can be found here. As for the rest of me?
I’m Felix, I’m 23, and I occasionally write things on the internet.
This is a picture of me. That’s what I look like, with my face and head and legs and the various other bodily appendages that necessitate a basic humanoid form.
You’d best not be fooled by how cool I occasionally look; I am actually quite a loser. I do play guitar, as well as piano and ukulele, but you probably needn’t know that, because I only possess varying degrees of terribleness in all three.
I work in a bar. However, when I say ‘I work in a bar’, I actually mean ‘No! I’m NOT doing any work today! I’m hiding in the cellar again where no one can find me!’
I tend to dress pretty weirdly. I know, I know; the world can be a scary place, but make your peace with it. I’ve found a small brown waistcoat or a jacket with elbow patches can’t keep you safe during the long winters of the soul.
Sometimes I draw disturbing things that probably shouldn’t be seen by people. Other times I do disturbing things that shouldn’t… Actually, we’ll leave that part out.
I occasionally like seeing stuff and looking at stuff, and even more so when I’m adorned with a thin, functionally useless in terms of keeping warm, but stylish none the less, scarf.
I have a cat. He’s tired of you and all of your lies. He doesn’t want to be woken up for more of your nonsense.
I also have another cat. He’s scared of the things that he doesn’t understand, which, given that he’s a cat, is quite a lot.
This is my brother Marcus. Contrary to what this picture depicts, he is not a philandering New York stock broker.
This is my brother Daniel. In accordance with what this picture depicts, he is indeed a blithering idiot.
We all used to look like this, but then things started going wrong.
This is my girlfriend Rebecca. She’s kind of cute. We’ve been living together for five years. Occasionally she let’s me speak; more often, she tells me to be quiet. She’s little folk.
I like writing stuff. One day I’ll figure out how to actually make some money off of it… Maybe. I’ll try and pop in and write you all some silly little jokes and rants and whatever other nonsensical garbage I find rattling around inside my semi-comprehensible little brain. In the meantime however, I’m busy, so as long as you keep the noise to a minimum, you’re free to take a look around. Read it, comment on it, subscribe to it, and generally enjoy all of the world-weary winging that can be found in the land of GrumpyComments.
P.S. I once dropped my iPad into my cat’s litter tray, so I apologise if my blog smells.