“Cat Madigan, what have you done?”
“…then why are you repeating the word stupid over and over?”
“Because I am stupid. That doesn’t mean anything’s wrong, it’s an observation anyone can make.”
“Well why are you realising it just now then?”
“Because, Daniel, I’ve entered a blogpost in a competition!”
“Okay, I understand now.”
“Thank you. May I continue?”
“Of course, right after this message. Ladies, if you’re single and searching, let me-”
“Oooh, the lady is jealous I see.”
“Shut up Daniel.”
So, I entered my post Bandaids in the 2014 Voices of the Year Awards. I have no idea why, I had no idea what I was doing when I entered, and now I’m thinking “Well that was stupid.”
But I may as well make the most of it.
If any of you nonexistent readers are interested in voting for my depression induced rant, you can vote here. I enjoy writing on this blog, even though I don’t always update, and hopefully with school and stuff, I’ll still be able to.
The one thing I’m always worried about is the idea of my parents reading what I’ve written. Honestly, if they read one post on here, they would either lock me in my room or lock me in an asylum. An asylum wouldn’t be too bad. Think about it from an insane person’s point of view. In other words, think of it from a cheerful schizophrenic’s point of view; there would be a room ALL BED.
And it comes with a comfy looking hug jacket!
Nah, I would hate it, not being able to slap Daniel when I feel like it.
“So glad to be an outlet for your violent outbursts, mistress.”
If you’ve made an entry in the competition yourself, tell me about it, so I know who to vote for. After all, I’m not going to win.
Love Cat Madigan, and Daniel too.