Fuck Subterfuge
Now maybe I sound like some Civic Republican asshole, sick of boudoir politics, but seriously fuck subterfuge. It makes people feel like assholes.
Also fuck shoe stores and their shitty selections. Can't you assholes read my mind and know exactly what I want, and offer it to me at a price that I can stomach? And you know what, I don't even mind spending money on shit like shoes, but only if they're nice. There was a Vice Do this week and this chick was wearing the exact pair of shoes I wanted. Didn't see them anywhere. Bullshit.
All is not lost however, check out my horoscope:
You have been content to sit back and let things happen over the past few weeks (TRUE) but in a matter of days you will go to the other extreme and get out and about in the world and stake your claim for fame and fortune.
Ok I know horoscopes are, generally speaking, pretty fucking lame, but you know what? Once in a while they strike a chord with me. It's kind of like choosing to notice coincidences, on the one hand we can look at existence as one random, or we can take the time to notice those neat little things that happen that make you ask questions about yourself and where the hell you're going. (ok fine gay but go fuck yourself)
Either way the Anger is back like an old trusty friend who slaps me around when I deserve it.
Also fuck shoe stores and their shitty selections. Can't you assholes read my mind and know exactly what I want, and offer it to me at a price that I can stomach? And you know what, I don't even mind spending money on shit like shoes, but only if they're nice. There was a Vice Do this week and this chick was wearing the exact pair of shoes I wanted. Didn't see them anywhere. Bullshit.
All is not lost however, check out my horoscope:
You have been content to sit back and let things happen over the past few weeks (TRUE) but in a matter of days you will go to the other extreme and get out and about in the world and stake your claim for fame and fortune.
Ok I know horoscopes are, generally speaking, pretty fucking lame, but you know what? Once in a while they strike a chord with me. It's kind of like choosing to notice coincidences, on the one hand we can look at existence as one random, or we can take the time to notice those neat little things that happen that make you ask questions about yourself and where the hell you're going. (ok fine gay but go fuck yourself)
Either way the Anger is back like an old trusty friend who slaps me around when I deserve it.