This is a spontaneous post because I’ve just spent 3 hours trying to write an articulate blog post and upon finishing it, I hate it – so i’ve scrapped it and here we are.
I guess you could call this a low point in my blogging career.
I know I’ll probably look over it tomorrow again and be okay with it, but not today my friends. Oh no.
I am sat here, 3 hours later, pissed off, about 3 stone heavier because I’ve eaten so many packets of crisps out of frustration. In addition I could probably tell you the ins and outs of the 10 catfish episodes that have been playing in the background – and I’m still none the wiser as to how stupid you need to be to get Catfished for 7 years, that’s some hard graft.
Not really sure where I’m going with this post so I’m just gonna play the first game that comes to my head – Would You Rather.
I’ve enquired with my friend Google and there is a ‘What You Rather’ question generator… so lets play a game.
Would You Rather…
Shit question, probably created by some Star Wars fanatic in his basement, sat on a Lightsaber. I’d obviously save the child.
Goes against my whole Social Media Detox but I’d have no cellphone and just call people on Facetime using my laptop. Happy days.
Lol what. I’d rather no one show up to my funeral. I’ll be dead at my funeral so why would I care if no one was there? If no one showed up to my wedding I’d be gutted cause I’m all about the wedding after party.
I wanna go into the future and see how lush everyone is. People smelt 200 years ago and the music was dead. Evolution will have done a madness and there will be peng tings everywhere – I’m all for it. Oh yeh, and to meet my great grandchildren and get them to do chores for me.
Next stupid question. Obviously I want to rule the world. I’d have a castle where Coffee Patron comes out of taps and vending machines full of Morleys chicken.
Chris Brown or Roger Rabbit… tough one.
DEADDDDDDDD question. Were you sat on Bondi beach whilst writing that, on your gap year, trying to learn how to surf but you can’t even get a knee up on your board without falling over.
If I knew the cause I’d probably go insane. For example, what if your death was by a seagull… every time you saw a seagull you’d shit yourself, when in reality it could be death by a Seagull at 99 years of age. So probably the date, and I’m now paranoid from that photo that that’s the actual day I’ll die… fucks sake.
More time, to make money.
(okay last one)
This one is actually so hard you know! BUT now that music streaming exists I can basically listen to music whenever I want. So for that reason I’ll watch my dreams on TV – cause I have like 3 dreams a night and a massive imagination.
Pretty shit post but also, google What Would You Rather and look at some of the fucked up things people come up with. Mad.
Anyways, any questions please get in contact, if you have a resolution to my writes blog then please send some suggestions across 🙂
Ciao for now – Elz, the Witch