Unabashed Consumer Materialism...
I hate when I wake up with a point to make.
I hate it more when I don't feel like I have an audience to make that point to. These are the moments I want my journal to be public.
( Man, I see the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. )
I hate it more when I don't feel like I have an audience to make that point to. These are the moments I want my journal to be public.
( Man, I see the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. )
I decided to change it up a bit. Be perceived a bit smarter than the trailer-trash, half-ass bitch I thought people thought I was. So, instead of paying a couple of bills, I spent my birthday money on new clothes. I figured a couple corduroy pieces and some earthy tones would achieve this.
You know what happened when I put on the new clothes?. . . I had a mini panic attack. I called CJ, Morgan, and Lyndsie. I ran to Steve and Jeanette. I asked them all what they thought of the new stuff. Did it look good? Did it look bad? Do I look like I should be sitting at a coffee shop drinking Chai tea and reading the great classics? Do I look smart and down-to-Earth and well put-together?
I'm now sitting at work in one of the new outfits. It's a bit tight. I have on a slimmer. I can't slouch. I'm miserably uncomfortable and I want my baggy old jeans and ratty t-shirt. Damn me!
Just thought I'd share that with you, but at the same time. . . The new computer sounds really cool. What's wrong with us???
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Fuck everyone. I'm gonna become bohemian!!!
The computer is awesome. WHat kind of dishes do you think make me, me?
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good luck with the dishes... mine rock =)
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