Holy shit, I think I'm depressed. I'm not really sure. But I'm playing Jeff Buckley and I haven't spoken to anyone all day. That hasn't happened since year ten, when a bunch of us fatty fats decided that 40 Hours without food was too long and that people should sponsor us to STFU instead. Could be depressed, yeah.
My car died A few weeks ago. Well not my car but close enough. That stupid car was my third in two years. The first was written off in a crash (my fault), the second drowned in the a respective flood (dual fault) and this one just up and carked it from transmission and beyond, for no good reason (nobody's fault.) I'm so over it. I'm over my position, my singledom, my crappy Face-lift job where I've worked my arse off for eight years to afford a car that no longer works. I'm over the fact that I've lost track of my old friends to the extent where I can't remember if I ever even had any, and I'm over there being absolutely NOTHING on tv every night. Not even repeats of sitcoms I didn't like the first time round! It's enough to make baby Oprah cry. Oh wait, I mean me.
I also hate living near my parents. My dad is pissed off and depressed the entire time. He's a retired fro government work. Used to be hardcore into punk and hating education .. then he ended up working for the baord of education, thus confirming the stereotype. Someone's always yelling at someone - either my mum yelling at my sister for having her air con on too high, or my sister yelling at me for using somthing that's hers. mine, no ones, etc., or my dad yelling at everyone for everything or bloody nothing. Boarding school aside, I grew up with it, and I used to think that kind of communication was normal. I don't anymore. I miss the quiet of my stinky little Essex flat, the passive aggression of having to consider a stranger. Not to mention this place is always a dump despite the fact that we clean it. Newspapers everywhere, bits of food on the floor. There's always a full load of washing to put on, hang out, bring in. Sometimes there's several loads at once, and I try but I just can't keep up. I'm not a neat person, but in Essex I'm messy on my own terms. Hypocrisy is fun.
Work at the shop's slowing down out here, though. Soon enough I'll be stuck with a normal five days a week again, so I really should attempt to find something better back in the Big Smoke 'n' Mirrors. I still don't even know what's happening with school, no one does really, and that's a big problem. I hope that yucked-up schmuck Tim Milfull has big gay children who all suffer baldness and skin cancers. In any case, it might be satisfying to see at least one of his supposed ten jobs rejected by that oh-so-discerning paradigm of modern telecool. He's responsible for everything, you see. War, famine, reality television. I bet one of his boot-scootin' minions put together the comatose parts of my car.
Oh, this just in: I'm over the fact that McCauley Culkin can write a book, and I can't.
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Having recently gone out to a club the other night I've come to realise that I also resent people with the milliong tatto's to mach the million agendas, vendettas and ideologys they cradle close to the chest. the fact that he's got a patch of the Black Panthers on his Jacket because hes so ANTI-ESTABLISHMENT. This is classic "hey this is me, accept it or fuck off" attitude that really pisses me off because it's the same imagae consultant buggery that he concocted for himself (i.e copied off of those who copied it from cultures they don't even understand). And its third world ugly.
People in this category have mex to know personality outside of the causes they represent.. so conversing with them is like talking to an ATM. If you don't pick one of the available options it spits your card out into confetti and calls you a pussy. Atm's are program with vending machine personailty chips so they adopt a shitload of empty ideology and aesthetics and totally bastardize other cultures then in turn verbally masturbate each other about how unique they are and how they're standing up to the norm. Well ATm's aren't that malicious to one another. they're one of those vegans who think theyre so much better than everyone else cause theyre vegan. . Barf. "I love japan and am moving there." Surprise, surprise. Contrary to what they like to tell themselves, people like this are no different than people who get plastic surgery and fake boobs. They all do it to get attention. "No I only change my appearance to express myself, not for anybody else." Cut the shit.
My car died A few weeks ago. Well not my car but close enough. That stupid car was my third in two years. The first was written off in a crash (my fault), the second drowned in the a respective flood (dual fault) and this one just up and carked it from transmission and beyond, for no good reason (nobody's fault.) I'm so over it. I'm over my position, my singledom, my crappy Face-lift job where I've worked my arse off for eight years to afford a car that no longer works. I'm over the fact that I've lost track of my old friends to the extent where I can't remember if I ever even had any, and I'm over there being absolutely NOTHING on tv every night. Not even repeats of sitcoms I didn't like the first time round! It's enough to make baby Oprah cry. Oh wait, I mean me.
I also hate living near my parents. My dad is pissed off and depressed the entire time. He's a retired fro government work. Used to be hardcore into punk and hating education .. then he ended up working for the baord of education, thus confirming the stereotype. Someone's always yelling at someone - either my mum yelling at my sister for having her air con on too high, or my sister yelling at me for using somthing that's hers. mine, no ones, etc., or my dad yelling at everyone for everything or bloody nothing. Boarding school aside, I grew up with it, and I used to think that kind of communication was normal. I don't anymore. I miss the quiet of my stinky little Essex flat, the passive aggression of having to consider a stranger. Not to mention this place is always a dump despite the fact that we clean it. Newspapers everywhere, bits of food on the floor. There's always a full load of washing to put on, hang out, bring in. Sometimes there's several loads at once, and I try but I just can't keep up. I'm not a neat person, but in Essex I'm messy on my own terms. Hypocrisy is fun.
Work at the shop's slowing down out here, though. Soon enough I'll be stuck with a normal five days a week again, so I really should attempt to find something better back in the Big Smoke 'n' Mirrors. I still don't even know what's happening with school, no one does really, and that's a big problem. I hope that yucked-up schmuck Tim Milfull has big gay children who all suffer baldness and skin cancers. In any case, it might be satisfying to see at least one of his supposed ten jobs rejected by that oh-so-discerning paradigm of modern telecool. He's responsible for everything, you see. War, famine, reality television. I bet one of his boot-scootin' minions put together the comatose parts of my car.
Oh, this just in: I'm over the fact that McCauley Culkin can write a book, and I can't.
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Having recently gone out to a club the other night I've come to realise that I also resent people with the milliong tatto's to mach the million agendas, vendettas and ideologys they cradle close to the chest. the fact that he's got a patch of the Black Panthers on his Jacket because hes so ANTI-ESTABLISHMENT. This is classic "hey this is me, accept it or fuck off" attitude that really pisses me off because it's the same imagae consultant buggery that he concocted for himself (i.e copied off of those who copied it from cultures they don't even understand). And its third world ugly.
People in this category have mex to know personality outside of the causes they represent.. so conversing with them is like talking to an ATM. If you don't pick one of the available options it spits your card out into confetti and calls you a pussy. Atm's are program with vending machine personailty chips so they adopt a shitload of empty ideology and aesthetics and totally bastardize other cultures then in turn verbally masturbate each other about how unique they are and how they're standing up to the norm. Well ATm's aren't that malicious to one another. they're one of those vegans who think theyre so much better than everyone else cause theyre vegan. . Barf. "I love japan and am moving there." Surprise, surprise. Contrary to what they like to tell themselves, people like this are no different than people who get plastic surgery and fake boobs. They all do it to get attention. "No I only change my appearance to express myself, not for anybody else." Cut the shit.
-eh,wha?
-open your arms wide, DD, and embrace life
(repeat as necessary, ad nauseum)
- I'm sure you will find this comment helpful
-Jeff Buckley ah, ha!