Hahaha, last post October 5th. nakakatawa.

As I was counting my zits this morning, (yes, i count them and record them in my zit book, im planning to make a bar graph of it someday when i turn 30). I noticed that if i were to draw lines between the 5 largest ones, like connect the dots (my favorite game when i was 7) it would resemble a pentagon? Hmmmm, is this another portent?

Which Trainspotting Character Are You?

I had the weirdest dream... i was shopping for a couch...

and it got weirder, i preferred the native sofa, the one made with bamboo, over the la-z boy...

Is it telling me to surrender all grand things and settle for simplicity?

Naah, maybe its the seafoods that I ate at dinner.

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 suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a 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 something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?