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!

27 de outubro de 2007

Estou melancólica, para não dizer, deprimida...

Finalmente consegui em divorciar na sexta, só falta a averbação do documento, para tornar tudo legal. Vamos fazer isso na Segunda. Sexta foi um dia do cão... bati com o carro :( E hoje, só consegui assistir meia aula de P.W.

Falando na aula, estamos com professor novo, e revisando desde modelagem de dados.

Semana que vem tem outro feriado.

To pensando em pedir demissão...


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