did you know that, blogging while still mostly drunk is a GREAT IDEA!

it is. So anyway, blogging has this thing attached to it. It's like, to write a blog you need to have an idea. A GOOD IDEA. I'm going to write about getting stung by bees, every time I have been stung by a bee in my life is going to be included in this blog. By blog I actually mean, blog entry. Blog blog bloggggg is an ugly word. Kiss me just like a beesting. But my main point of contention here is I love unfinished unedited writing and this makes me suspect. My creative writing tutor said this week something like and no, he didn't word it better than me, he fumbled around too so bear with me. He said, do you think that Picasso didn't know how to paint perfectly realistic portraits of people, and that that's why he did Cubism etc? of course he could do a lifelike drawing if he had to. He learned the RULES, then he could BREAK THEM. Do I know all there is to know about writing? N to the O, I do not, no sir. In fact ]]
I'm totally shit at technicalities that's not to say I don't know where to stick commas I don't know all the rules but I break the ones I know is that O.K (okay) with everyone/
why would you make a flawless sentence, if you could? Would you? I'm sure we can make some robots together, you and I, grammar syntax Nazi MACHINES that can arrange shit just so, if we tried hard enough. Should we make robots? Would I make a robot if I could? My answer: yes. Beauty is in trying, stumbling, failing, being drunk and doing socially awkward things you will regret. I remember Saturday nights by falling out of trees, making out on median strips and smashing punchbowls. It's beautiful to remember. Sucks to forget.
I have anxiety attacks sometimes. Worrying I won't remember here and now.
I'm in love. I don't know they say you'll never die!!