So Martin is my personal shopper.. No.. Secret lover!......no, not that either, what's the word? Right, friend. And he's coming to New York with me (refer to blog post about homelessness) and he's demanded a mention in my blog (EGOTIST!!) so here is a post all about Marty.
I'm like 95% sure he doesn't have a blog but if he does, I'll link it. Well, I've known Martin since I was twelve and he was fat, that's how it starts I suppose... Okay, he wasn't fat... As I remember, I was lying on a pile of grass shouting at our close mutual friend Devon, and Martin was wearing a striped hoodie and I kinda liked him but "meh, it's a random kid in town, I'll never see this guy again"...
So sometime later it transpired that Devon, Martin and I would be 3 of the core elements of a cute little group of creepy teenagers who were like permanently linked together. So I was dating a guy named Eoghan in (2007? I can't remember and he is not being ANY way helpful about it -rofl-) and then I cheated on Eoghan with Martin... (Is that bad?) so I dumped Eoghan and dated Martin for a few months. So we broke up and stayed friends blah blah blah. He's diabetic blah blah blah. Loves video games blah blah blah. Plays guitar, bass and drums and a wee little bit on keyboard etc. aaaaaand so on about Martin...
IN SUMARY: MARTY IS FUCKING BALLER! AWESOME GUY!!
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