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?

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26 de dezembro de 2008

Sexta Feira de Trabalho - Natal

Estou eu aqui no trabalho, depois do Natal, em uma sexta feira e a empresa está deserta..... parece até aqueles filmes do Resident Evil.... daqui a pouco aparecem os Zumbis!!!!

Tem almoço na Rotisseria, do Lgo do Machado hoje.... será que eu aguento ficar até as 14h com fome hoje?

Vão instalar o segundo ponto da Net la em casa hoje, espero que sejam rápidos e limpos!!!! Afinal é no meu quarto (e que não suma nada!!).


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