"What did she say to you?"

 

"Every creature on this earth dies alone."

 

"How did that make you feel?"

 

"It reminded me of my dog Callie. She died when I was eight. She crawled underneath the porch..."

 

"To die?"

 

"To be alone."

 

"Do you feel alone right now?"

 

"I don't know. I mean, I'd like to believe that I'm not, but, I've just never seen any proof, so I just choose not to bother with it. It's like; I could spend my whole life thinking about it, debating it in my head, weighing the pros and cons, and in the end, I still wouldn't have any proof. So, I don't debate it any more. It's absurd."

 

"The search for God is absurd?"

 

"It is if we all die alone."

 

"Does this scare you?"

 

"I don't want to be alone."

Yes, this shocking news has come to light. Our reporter Miss Chola Swann made this seemingly ridiculous claim earlier this evening. However, this picture offers proof to support her arguement.

 

 

As you can see, her gorgantuan gut has caused her top to rip right down the middle. Case closed.

 

But anyway. Merry Christmas to y'all. This week has comprised mainly of feasting, sleeping and watching the Live 8 DVDs. "And I would walk five hundred miles and I would walk five hundred more." *click* etc. Haha. Bob Geldoff started singing and it started raining. "Fer feck's seke, hwhy does this arlweers happen te me?"

 

Last night I watched The Butterfly Effect. I really liked it. It reminded me of Donnie Darko, only it had an utter tit (Ashton Kutcher) in the lead role. I hate that guy. But time travel rules. This has the potential for a long blog. But I can't be bothered to be perfectly honest. So I shall save it for next time.