Filed under: Youth Culture | Tags: I am the one hiding under your bed - teeth ground sharp, Melamine, The Afghan Chica, This is halloween halloween halloween
M is throwing a little masked soiree at his fancy schmancy exorbitantly priced apartment that is about as big as 1/2 of my living room. Is anyone else excited for Halloween? Every year I suffer from pre-halloween costume anxiety only to find myself too drunk to give a shit 3 hours into the party.
This year I’ve narrowed down my choices into:
1) The Afghan Girl – complete with sea green contact lenses, a burkha and a giant National Geographic magazine cut-out made from cardboard framing my face
2) A little dress made completely of plastic – if anyone asks, I’m a bar of Chinese Chocolate (GET IT GET IT GET IT)
Lingerie with assorted animal ears? Nah, way too 2006
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GOOD TIMES!
Filed under: Life, The Unexplainable Things that Seem to Only Occur to Me | Tags: Shut up and go away
Fuck, time to spurn some self-sympathy crap – I need a break. I fear I’ve turned into one of those piece of shit low lifers that take regular breaks off to rehab or some other seemingly exotic destination hoping to ‘find themselves’…while they stock-pile and wallow in their own pity, induced by years of shitty childhood memories and low self-esteem.
Everyone I’ve met of late is just another dispicable clone of the work-hobbit, holed up in their 9-5 jobs, selling their souls to the man man, getting handsomely rewarded in capitalism currency and I’m pissed. I’m pissed because half of these little prissypants fuckfaces probably don’t deserve the time of the day, other than the fact that they suck corporate cock much better than me.
I’m pretty sure everyone sees through this non-conformist i’m so fucking cool low-life aspiration act that I pull. I’m just so fucking scared because I know I haven’t got half the courage to wake up in the morning, smile at myself in the mirror and tell myself this unfufilling slavery will pay off eventually. This desperation to be noticed is sickening – I’d probably do a better job if I posted some x-rated photos of myself together with my mediocre writing. I’m broke, and I’m spending too much time lying on my disgusting couch, that’s probably stained with man-juice from D’s many conquest in every nook and cranny of the upholstery.
I’m done swearing – right now, either I rob a convenience store and run off to some village in Malaysia with the money or someone is going to find me dead in my own pool of vomit.
