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 mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life.
"Mary, you are not wearing that boot into church!"
My Deep & Meaningful fears are:
Dying in the shower, or any where else that would mean my body would be found naked. oh GOD that would be embarrassing.
Nicotine.
Not having enough clothes.
Still going to Reading aged 30.
People thinking I say Yah normally...
My computer crashing.
Being run over whilst carrying my camera.
THE SEA.
[email protected]
Myspace myspace. You have treated me kindly, but I must leave you by the wayside for I have reaped your harvest and just like Bebo you will be replaced by the latest fad. I'm sorry. Through you I have.... well.. not really done very much actually...
Find me wasting my life HERE instead.
Mobbing.
