How I went for looks over features, bought an Ipod Nano and screwed myself over

The title of this post is misleading. I am not going to bitch over here about my Ipod Nano which was originally my intention but rather I'm gonna pump about a fake-somebody blog (a fake blog written pretending to be someone famous) called fakesteve.blogspot.com . This ones a fake blog by Steve Jobs, Apple's co-founder and personality extrordinaire.
I first read of this blog in TOI (a famous purveyor of putrid journalism itself) when the actual writer of this blog was outed by a New York Times Reporter. This pricked up my curiosity about the blog which led me to visiting it and I've been faithfully following it ever since. Actually it's kinda facetious of me to say that because I only started reading it after it got so popular.
Neways I am a fan mainly because I've always been fascinated by the Innovator that is Steve Jobs ever since I read his biography - iCon. A man who has revolutionized the Computer, Movie and Music Industries.
So I do take time out everyday to read this fake blog about El Jobso and Apple's struggles against BeastMaster and his cohorts at Redmond.

Siooma Suckaz!

Oh the horror of it all

Heyloo,

Somewhere before I had mentioned about some horror story draft which I had discarded midway.
Well I have managed to complete it.

Its located two posts down (apparently blogspot.com arranges blogs based on the dates on which they are started, not when they are completed as I would have done) and is rather fatuously called Nightfall

Read it and you will understand the reason why I have never achieved success and fame for my writing like say a Stephen King or a Sidney Sheldon has.

It might not scare you, It might not give you much to think about, It might not do much of anything actually.

It is however the closest I have ever come at penning down my autobiography.

Hah! I can hear you sniggering already!

Back to the present

Allo' Allo' Me Peeps,

Me is back from the wedding of me bro.
Freshly rejuvenated and raring to go.

Me Had a whale/blast/gala of a time out there in me muluk, i.e. the birthplace of me forefathers and me foremothers.

Me Bro's wedding was a smashin'/dashin'/friggin' success and was a joyous week overall.

Me participated in a stage dance for da first time in mes life (Yes me peeps, do not rub ye eyeballs in disbelief!) It was a folk/gangsta'/ghati dance and me is glad to report that me performed horribly above expectations.

There was a also a skit written and performed by meself and me couzin brethren which was a huge multi-platinum/major-rocking hit and was something that Shakespeare fella' would've given a arm and leg to have produced.

Everywhere me went, the peeps were all ova me, insinuating/indicating/exasperating me that me is now next in line to be married. To that all that me sez is - 'Pshaw/Ptuii/Puhleeze!'

Mez happy to be single and plan to stay that way for a coupla' more weeks/months/years.

Arebedarchie youz alls.