Ok, so I know that one me dearest buddies has just dressed up as one of these for a party, but this is no time to steal his thunder, as he clearly wins at life.
Ok, so before I go into the shark spiel I shall let you know a few things about me.
1. I have no favourite colour. That I know of to exist. My room at home is greeny blue, but not like the sea, kinda like an old bruise but pretty. Not my favourite colour. It changes like, every day.
2. I have no favourite food. None. I mean, chocolate in my world is a food group but I don't favour it next to curry, or biscuits, or chilli chicken, or bbq chicken pizza... etc.
3. I have no favourite drink. Juice, yes. But depending on my mood decides the flavour.
4. I have no real... ambition. I long to have a family, thats it.
5. I don't think I have a favourite film. Honestly. Or a favourite book. Or even a favourite band.
Everything for me depends on the day. And I'm sure I'm not the only one.
BUT.
I'm always gonna have my fears. And I suppose my most irrational fear is possibly my strongest.
Sharks! They frigging terrify me.
One thing. I've never come into contact with a shark. So.. thats ok. I think I saw a fin on holiday once, but I swam back to shore quicker than I've done ANYTHING in my life when I did.
Imagine this. The Imax, the biggest cinema screen in Britain, then imagine that whilst watching 3D cinema, a Great White Shark comes into your vision. Swimming slowly and motionlessly. With those dead, black eyes.
So while I search for a picture, I squint and pretend its a big fish.
Sorry, but what ISN'T terrifying about that? I'm reeling from the laptop screen!!
Gah. Anyway. I hate sharks. Something you guys should know... something to rant about.
I think I need a nice picture now.
No comments:
Post a Comment