I have this magnet that reads:

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 leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life...

But why would I want to do a thing like that?

Picnic After Dark

click on it to have a crisp view of it

Fatsby

oh, how hard i laughed when engkeong(the 'takuya') showed me his parody on the Gatsby facial wash commercial!
he's gonna get famous, and i feel a tinge of regret for 'divorcing' him before stardom finds him. yauting, you're one lucky bitch. NOT.

Thieves In The Night

A want is a lack but also desire
A need can be nothing but should be held higher
A need is a want wearing disguise
It can be confused if fuelled by desire


Hot Chip - Thieves in the night