She was obviously blotto but then went onto provide us with one of our most cherished holiday memories. She was so pissed that she undressed and then ran around the campsite completely naked, showing her ‘monkey’ to any campsite dwellers who were still awake.
We are on the eve of the government triggering Brexit. Oh, how much fun can that be?
Here’s me trying to make connections with unseen readers, phantoms of my mind. The world is being torn apart and I’m building either an illusionary one or one that is founded on delusion. It could be that nobody will ever read my wanderings. Now, I am a reasonable human-being who understands that the world has stopped revolving around my belly button. It never did revolve around it and never will. My existentialism is playing tricks with my head. Thoughts of who I am and where I belong are nonsensical. I am here and now, here and now, there and then. The moment I stop to think about it, I move on and so does the world. It’s a good job that the world keeps turning otherwise we all might fall off.
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