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Sunday, January 30, 2005

Trainspotting

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life...


[Sei que estou extremamente ausente. Final de férias é uma coisa, principalmente em ano de vestibular. Logo logo não terei mais vida. Obrigada pelos elogiós ao último post! Quero mudar de lay... Tenho as imagens e toda a idéia. Pena que não faço lays pra mim. Deixei meia dúzia de pedidos espalhados por amiguinhos no MSN...]