KIDDIES! welcome to the new rule of blogism. Blogging upon somebody else’s blog cos uve got something to say and can’t be bothered to create ur own blog. This is my blog. This is my message to the universe.
Dear Life (AKA Universe)
If I have learnt anything from the last few hours it is that three bottles of wine is not enough to make sense of anything, in fact it actually helps things make a little less sense, like restarting a sudoku puzzle when you’ve fucked it up beyond control, you think it’s going to help you make more sense of everything but it just makes things harder. “Do you ever worry that you’re gonna become old and you’re not going to remember it?” That’s katie in the background asking me a question that she doesn’t realise I was listening to.
If I could do anything tonight, anything ever, I wouldn’t win the lottery or drink more wine (though that’s a really close second or third) I would take away the pain that somebody close to me feels and I would find a way to make their universe make sense. Life, why are you so hard to understand?
It’s a moment where you remember the past right now, where you think of every little thing you love about life, but it doesn’t help it make sense. I thought the wine would help, but it didn’t.
Do you ever get concerned about how much we waste life? If there are chocolates that look so precious that we DON’T EAT THEM what are they even existing for? Are we wasting them by not trying? Are they existing in vain because we are trying to preserve life by not eating them and therefore not living life by not eating chocolates? Katie should eat those chocolates. But I know she won’t, until the milk separates. Maybe they’re better off in the wrappers, I bet they’re not very tasty.
Thanks anyway, Life.
While I have complete control over Katie’s blog, I’d like to say, that three bottles of wine isn’t enough. Maybe four or five, but not three.
Did you ever stop to think, that the world doesn’t sleep at night? Is it any wonder we’re all so tired? I think maybe it makes sense.
Dear Katie,
I inhaled my wine,
But i’m fine,
“that rhymed”.
The rhyme is mine.
Too much wine,
not enough time,
to tell you that it’ll be
just
fine.
