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!

12 de novembro de 2008

Fui ontem (terça) ao trabalho, mas me senti muito mal a tarde.... muita dor no corpo !!!! Muita mesmo !!!!! Saí mais cedo para ir ao dentista para ver meu problema do ouvido e ele me passou raio X para fazer. Lá vou eu marcar mais uma coisa...

Hoje, mal consigo me manter em pé. Estou com dores e as idas no banheiro voltaram :(
Pelo jeito a infecção era pior do que eu esperava...

Deixa eu voltar pra cama....

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Kore disse...

eita mulé...
Ainda mal??
:(