Thursday, January 05, 2006

... to a new year!

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 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, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. 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?
Well with this quote from one of my eternal faves TRAINSPOTTING I choose to begin my posts this year!

Well why you ask... eh... like the quote says... Who needs reasons ;)

Errr did I tell too much? LOL


At 8:40 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...


At 9:30 AM, Blogger Deppe said...

sakkath movie! soooper quote too.

The search-for-pill-in-pot scene holds the record for the scene that came closest to grossing me out.

At 7:11 AM, Blogger Rider on the Storm said...

its such a perfect day
drink sangria in the park,


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