TODAY I AM CONTENT! Bellas house was beautiful! I couldn't see people the whole night through all the candles so it was impossible to see anyones expressions. Gabe turned up at two in the morning extremely stoned with a strange friend and I was confused and tired and odd feeling. In the morning we squirted paint all over the carpet and Bellas walls were covered in the pictures and words of our minds. It all looked so hopelessly real and us and at night we danced on the street to somebodies IPod and I felt so lucky to have found these wonderful people and I spun circles in the middle of the road and looked up at the sky and knew the stars were there even though I couldn't see them. Becca and Max are the most beautiful pair I have ever seen.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
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