Monday, 18 November 2013
No such thing.
In the lovely, oh-so-famous words of Marilyn Monroe, "imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it is better to be absolutely rediculous than absolutely boring." I kind of live my life by this quote, which is brilliant, but also kind of dangerous. My excuse for everything is "at least I'm not boring." I watch people look upon me with amazement, open-mouthed. Thinking "is she really doing that?" or something like that. The tequila shot you don't think I'll drink and then have four more just to prove a point. Spending all the money I have on a pair of shoes I can't, and never will be able to walk in, but I like them so it's all that matters. The long line of stupid things I end up doing because life really is too short to sit back and watch other people have a good time. Despite this, today I'm attempting to power through a Diesel and sambuca fuelled hangover, and questioning my blindingly-bad judgement, but hey, no one's perfect, and I, am certainly not. If someone doesn't like me for that, then they're as blind as I am after one too many doubles. Stop worrying about what I do and focus on your own life. I'm happy so what does it matter?