A load of pretentious bollocks.
On the rare occasion that I decide to leave my house, I am, upon passing through the front gate, faced with a decision as to the direction in which I wish to travel: I may head either left or right (or, if you want to get pedantic on me, I could head forward, thus crossing the road; after accomplishing this task, however, I am once again given the ( Read more... )
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i usually think about somethink like that, when i'm drunken. and i mean really drunken. after the "ask! me a question! i can answer everything, because i'm not drunken!"-stage. after the "hey, let's sing come undone! i need a background-chorus!"-stage. after the "aaaaahhh! earth song! oh, come on!!!"-stage. after the "laksjdfoe!!!"-stage.
then i sometimes sit in front of my computer - when i am able to sit - and write stuff. weird stuff. if i don't start sleeping on my keyboard or getting annoyed by diverse female creatures.
or i do stuff for school. preparing a presentation after you almost killed yourself with white wine is cool.
oh! what did i want to write? hmmm...i think i forgot it.
remark: i'm not an alcoholic or something like that. the last time i got drunken is about 2 months ago. but next tuesday - RIGHT after the written exams i'm still touring through - will be hard. very hard. oh, dear.
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