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!

22 de abril de 2007

Starfuckers de um ano ontem, muito boa, o clima estava ótimo!!! Me diverti um bocado ^^
Apesar de não ter dançado porcusa das dores musculares que eu estava (tive que tomar um relaxante muscular antes de ir a festa) foi o maior barato!!
Meu cabelo ja ta crescendo e formando um topetinho estranho O.o Mas se eu quiser deixar ele ficar grande vai ter que ser assim mesmo, fazer o que... :)
Era como eu tinha dito. Cabelo cresce!!! :D