SeX-ta feira, sol escaldante, hoje começa o carnaval.
Aqui em Santa tem o Bloco das Carmelitas, na Lapa tem a Paranoid Android. Oh !!!! Como vou sair para ir a Paranoid evitando o Bloco das Carmelitas? Ou deveria eu encarnar o espirito carnavalesco e ir ver o Bloco passar? O.o
Acordei meio mal humorada, to atacada, e uma pontinha de dor de cabeça começa a despontar. Ainda bem que vou para o ar condicionado.
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 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 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, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?