After spending a couple of – okay I admit it - company minutes reading Sleepless blog, which I just love, I just can’t stop myself. I have to blog in English. Now look what you’ve done to me Sleepless. Me blogging in English makes no sense at all. You can blame you fil. Mag or the simple explanation that you’re actually in London. I’m just pathetic. But fuck that too.
I’m sitting in my sofa and its late Friday night. I’m so hungry I could faint. To drink a bottle of red wine on an empty stomach isn’t so wisely done I must say. Now I’m a little bit queezy and I can’t be bothered to get up and clear the table for the food either. I actually am pathetic. I’m bored, a little intoxicated, hungry and just pathetic. I simply have to change something. That’s it. Something gotta give.
It won’t be the boredom – what could change that? (there’s no potato chips anywhere to be found). I won’t be the intoxication – at least not yet (and I have some left in the bottle too). It won’t be the fact that I’m pathetic (since no one would argue the contrary). So it has to be the hunger. Feed me.
No, I have to get up, get in shape, get out and then get me some. These “I’m so fucking depressed”-blogs gotta stop. But fuck that too. You don’t have to read the crap if you don’t want to. It’s my goddamn blog, I tell ya!
But these blogs in English will – hopefully – be few and far between.
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