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?

Perder Peso!

24 de abril de 2007

Hoje eu to feliz !!! Não sei porque :))

Fui na minha psicologa, conversei com ela, falei com o meu amor e estou de bem com a vida, la la!

Tava com uma dor de cabeça chata mas ja passou, deve ter sido porque eu li um pouco num ambiente de pouca luz, mas ja me sinto bem melhor ^^

Hoje tem CSI miami com o Francisco Cuoco, vou ver se vejo!!! Se der porque tenho que consertar esta bodega de internet primeiro.

Consertei :D