One more glass of lukewarm wine

It’s not often I get a few hours in a row to myself these days: I tend to cram as much as I can in before I start work due to my chronic “overachiever” status. Time to think means time to ramble, not that I get the urge all that often these days.

I’m often told I’m very objective, in pretty much every sphere of life. I prefer logic to blind faith; I prefer a debate to the ignorant acceptance of things that are presented as ‘facts’. Any other way of thinking just seems illogical to me: we’re just machines acting and reacting to information; drones trying to maintain the minimum shade of satisfactory possible in order to make us feel whole. Whatever happened to hedonism?

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…that is, according to a friend, a hot bitch who doesn’t know what she is doing but is nonetheless somehow unfathomably popular.

 Write drunk, edit sober - Hemmingway

Or, as he wrote in his first draft: “Writgt durnk ,edit soobere”

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slaughterhouse90210:

“My own feeling is that if adultery is wickedness then so is food. Both make me feel so much better afterward.”
— Kurt Vonnegut, Hocus Pocus

Right back atchya

Good to hear! Ditto, have a good day x

Hullo.

My name is Cat, or Catherine if you’re my mother.

It’s a little strange writing about myself on here, I feel slightly exposed. Like a stripper, but without the tips.

As of late, most of my time on this planet has been somewhat firmly grounded in lesbianism, nicotine, feminism and veganism whilst fulfilling the joint urges to write music compulsively and drink far more coffee than is healthy.

There’s a load of social stigma about smoking these days but I still can’t help but wonder what it is about me that makes total strangers think it’s okay to approach me and tell me they’re concerned for my health: it’s absolutely none of their business. For example, I don’t march up to patrons three times my size in McDonalds and tell them that they probably shouldn’t have that third cheeseburger. Perhaps I should. Little scared that someone would throw an ill-aimed punch, fall and flatten me to be honest.

So, for now, I’m simply going to advise you to do what I do when ignorant fucks try to tell you for the umpteenth time not to smoke: just look them directly in the eye, smile and tell’em you’re doing cancer research.