very own MySpace LayoutsChoose 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.Who the fuck am I? I'm not random... I'm not weird, i dont like my fucking chemical romance and wanker at the disco. I'm self indulgent. I'm open minded, i'll try anything once. I love everything sleazy. I'm very sporty... my sports include walking to the off licence and lifting my hand to smoke. I live for the weekend... And for these people
People I've known for 10 years, people ive known for 10 minutes. Friends. Old Friends. Ex Boyfriends. Mates so close they're family.