2 consecutive dreams about your unattainable crush is just such a Stella way to start ya Sunday
When I was a wee lil youngster I loved Star Wars. Twas the tits.
I was around 7/8ish when my dad brought home this metallic replica lightsaber and I was gassed. He threw in this casual comment that acted as a cornerstone of my life for a good 3 years, “All we need now is a Dilithium Crystal to make it work”.
So I’m all like ah okay yeah I’ll keep an eye out for one hanging around. 2 years go by and I’ve thought of a thousand ways to use these dilithium crystals in the modern world, completely astonished by the fact that no one has dared attempt to utilise their full power. Industrial drilling equipment, using their lasers to power satellites hundreds of lightyears away from earth, cutting up asteroids to pull them into earth’s gravitational field, intercontinental missile interception, blah blah blah – you name it, I had plans and scribbles of it in my room. And then one day, years later I’m sat on the sofa watching the Chilean Miners on the news with my Dad, and it went like this
33 men stuck in a hole
Matt: why don’t they just use Dilithium Crystals to drill the hole?
Dad: well they’re not real
Matt:
Dad:
Matt:
Dad:
Matt: crushed
Dear Diary, worst day of my fucking life…
The End
I’m running again. Don’t really have a choice, I do the whole ‘when you think about XYZ you gotta run, them be the rules matt’.
I love running. There was a time a few years back when I left to run and felt like I was running towards heaven then my watch beeped telling me to turn back and it was like I was running back to hell.
I like running on the road, so often I’m bouncing about at 2/3am when the streets are quiet.
If the police see you jogging at that time they always ask what’s going on. I used to stop and explain the obvious but now I just keep bopping alongside them. They’re all like ‘what you running from’ and I either reply with A. ‘you lot’ or B. ‘obesity’.
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