Asha-sha-sha

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a f***ing 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 f***ing 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 f***ing 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, f***ed-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?
So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's going to change, I'm going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you: the job, the family, the f***ing big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die.
Greetings and salutations, dandies and dolls. If I'm not thriving in thrift for the odd after-school job, I'm glued to the television, dreaming in Technicolor of The Avengers, my favorite show, the cream of the cult classics. Independent channels are only a jump away with the remote control and so is my laptop, always open to research and analysis. Music-wise, choir is where it is at. I'm a vinyl-record fiend, having hoarded my parents' entire collection. If you were to ask me about my favorite band, I would give you two answers: Largely, Blur is my commercial pride. None of that 'Song 2' crap, thanks. I'm always and forever a Parklife girl. Personally, though, I'm a big fan of this guy:
That's Tim Ten Yen . He's swell. They call it twee-pop; I call it brilliant. He's the sensational singing salaryman. He's definitely one of my favorite people. I encourage you to go have a listen at his tunes. Tim Ten Yen and happiness go hand-in-hand. His pop genius is musical aphrodisiac ♠
Now let's get theatrical. The History Boys is one of my favorite movies and my favorite play. Alan Bennett is surely a genius.
Here's some junk to fill the space: If you are looking for an Edgar Allen Poe quick fix or just your average irony (I recommend Death By Scrabble), go to short stories at east of the web.
For you fellow Harry Potter freaks and geeks, here's an how obsessed are you page.
And I just really love this website because it never ends...no joke, I've never found the end, although I am sure it is out there...somewhere...in cyberspace. ( Gorillaz )
If you are bored and good with the needle and thread, check out Craftster .
Now go watch some Sundance and catch up on your IFC while you are at it.
And then there's this ( Last.fm ):
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