ok... its coming... the weekend... for all intents and purposes... is upon me
baring down heavily upon my back like a baby hippo needs some water but has no legs... and being the good samaritan i am, i must carry it upon my very own back, to the nearest watering hole... 14 miles away, through the burning sun of the serengeti, passing the wildebeest, running from the lions... all the while carry a legless, thirsty, 2 tonne baby weekend hippo on my back...
i fear not the weekend... i am its master... it is not mine...
anyway, the weekend approaches, i will not build my hopes... i have decided to stay in, marc round tonight, pauls down again tomorrow... although maybe paul and i will venture out... visit the same places... see the same faces... have the same conversations... oh the diversity.... its to much for me to take...
just once, someone to raise my eyebrow, someone to catch me off guard... someone to surprise me... just one little thing to make me realise that they are not all the same, that they dont all go out, thinking they're great, diverse, original, deep, meaningful, different, better...
the irony being they stand next to another few hundred people dressing the same, being the same, make up the same, tattoos the same, piercings the same, music the same, thoughts the same, beleif that everyone else has it wrong... the same... air of superiority the same....
and although the club down the road plays different the most god awful house, and they dress in (fake) designer gear with fashion mullets and mini skirts, they dont have tattoos... they are the same... after all its inside that counts... the have the same narrow minded opinions, the same over bloated egos... just because it is directed in a different direction the bottom line is the same... self involved elitists
so much for them being so different... so alternative
as you cn tell... i'm fed up witth the narrow minded nature of the so called "alternatives" of my little town...
they are not different... not truly... they are fashion victims... most of our "alternative" scene had fasion mulltes, shorts skirts and fake designer gear a few months back and were listening to some electronic crap at the local meat market.... it's just kinda cool to be "weird" now... and so they are...
sounds harsh i know... i could be harsher trust me... just cant wait till i leave...
on a good note... maybe me and paul will go out, get pissed... wont matter then
sounds like im bummed out today... i know... but i'm not though, honest
am actually in quite high spirits... when im really bummed out i cant even be bothered to type
anyway hope you all enjoy your weekends
i'll make the most of mine... back to the work..
oh... im sure you'll all be pleased to know... the chicken... i choked it
baring down heavily upon my back like a baby hippo needs some water but has no legs... and being the good samaritan i am, i must carry it upon my very own back, to the nearest watering hole... 14 miles away, through the burning sun of the serengeti, passing the wildebeest, running from the lions... all the while carry a legless, thirsty, 2 tonne baby weekend hippo on my back...
i fear not the weekend... i am its master... it is not mine...
anyway, the weekend approaches, i will not build my hopes... i have decided to stay in, marc round tonight, pauls down again tomorrow... although maybe paul and i will venture out... visit the same places... see the same faces... have the same conversations... oh the diversity.... its to much for me to take...
just once, someone to raise my eyebrow, someone to catch me off guard... someone to surprise me... just one little thing to make me realise that they are not all the same, that they dont all go out, thinking they're great, diverse, original, deep, meaningful, different, better...
the irony being they stand next to another few hundred people dressing the same, being the same, make up the same, tattoos the same, piercings the same, music the same, thoughts the same, beleif that everyone else has it wrong... the same... air of superiority the same....
and although the club down the road plays different the most god awful house, and they dress in (fake) designer gear with fashion mullets and mini skirts, they dont have tattoos... they are the same... after all its inside that counts... the have the same narrow minded opinions, the same over bloated egos... just because it is directed in a different direction the bottom line is the same... self involved elitists
so much for them being so different... so alternative
as you cn tell... i'm fed up witth the narrow minded nature of the so called "alternatives" of my little town...
they are not different... not truly... they are fashion victims... most of our "alternative" scene had fasion mulltes, shorts skirts and fake designer gear a few months back and were listening to some electronic crap at the local meat market.... it's just kinda cool to be "weird" now... and so they are...
sounds harsh i know... i could be harsher trust me... just cant wait till i leave...
on a good note... maybe me and paul will go out, get pissed... wont matter then
sounds like im bummed out today... i know... but i'm not though, honest
am actually in quite high spirits... when im really bummed out i cant even be bothered to type
anyway hope you all enjoy your weekends
i'll make the most of mine... back to the work..
oh... im sure you'll all be pleased to know... the chicken... i choked it
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hopefully i'll have a few things to cheer u up
had a great time at the grand prix
miss u
my hair is dark. and a lot longer. that wasa pretty old picture. eventually all the gold was toned out of it and it was white, white,white for a while.
but that didn't last that long.
anyway..