Fuck it, it’ll be funnyOn a spontaneous trip to Purston Manor in a countryside named Banbury Helen and I were introduced to this notion only to find that we were living by this all along without realising it.
To whoever may be reading this, do whatever you want, do strange things for no reason, blow off whatever you’re supposed to be doing and do something fun. Fuck it. It’ll be funny.
reblogged from: speech
‘Hey babes, Hows it going? What you been up to babes?’
If someone use the word babes in a serious way in a conversation with me, I automatically dislike them. They could be the loveliest person in the world, they could be the curer of cancer, the ended of wars, if they say babes, I feel to stop the conversation. The thing is I don’t even really mind babe. Babe is alright, doesn’t bother me, if someone called me babe I wouldn’t mind, I just wouldn’t say it myself. I think it’s the extra ‘s’ that does it, it just doesn’t sit right with me, that ‘s’ is just not needed, it should be there, actually it’s not even a word is it? Babes, is a plural right? I am not multiple people, there is only one of me, you can call me babe, but not babes, unless there are multiple ‘babes’ in the room, don’t use it.
Nothing is anything without a bit of Quest.
There is a high chance this will be my first and only blog. But, in light of the fact that it is nearly 11 pm on a dull tuesday and I am awake with nothing to do (despite only getting 3 hours sleep last night), I decided I may as well see what the fuss is about. I am nowhere near interesting enough to have a blog (one of the reasons I don’t have one… well, until now I guess…) though, fortunately, there are hundreds of other things I’d rather be doing (reason number two). And, I find the whol concept of blogging pretty strange…. Who am I meant to be talking to right now? Myself? But as I say, with nothing else to do I am lead to this and I will probably spend the next twenty minutes filling up this strange web/cyber/internet thing with crap until I get bored and decide to waste my time doing something else… Anything but the outstanding work I REALLY should be doing… So, in a nutshell, I have nothing to say and have now wasted a small amount of time that I will never get back. I’ll remember this on my deathbed.
