Its Only After Youve Lost Everything...That Your Free To Do Anything
Tyler Durden: Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
Narrator: OK. Give me some water!
Tyler Durden: Listen, you can run water over your hand and make it worse or...
[shouts]
Tyler Durden: look at me... or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn.
Narrator: Please let me have it... *Please*!
Tyler Durden: First you have to give up, first you have to *know*... not fear... *know*... that someday you're gonna die.
I think ive watched the movie fight club around 10 time this week...why...i dont know...im just captivated by the last quote by tyler.
I know i havent realy made any posts on here for about 9 weeks now...fuck i cant even remember the last one i did...but since then there has been some serious shit goin down so im gona get to it.
I have a job now...i hate it and i only have it cause i need it...i only got it because i wanted to be with someone...sadly they couldent see that and despite going out with me for a week decided to go out with an asshole that i know will hurt them as soon as he gets the chance to (and from what she says that may not be far away)
My parents are getting divorced...with dad moving to melbourne he has decided that mum isent good enough for him and has decided to leave me and my family behind and shack up with his new girl...what makes me mad and i mean realy mad is he has taken my dogs...the 2 things in this world that made comming from work great and is keeping them at her place. Now while they are sleeping together mum and dad are still married and it would turn out this has been going on from some time now...I used to like to think i got my morals and self worth from my father...but i guess i was wrong.
So now the only thing i have to look foreward to on the weekends and when i get home is mum going on about how much of an asshole dad is, paula smoking like a chimney and the fact that in 2 hours ill haver to go to bed again so i can go to work and slowley loose my mind.
Tyler: It could be worse
Narrator: How so?
Tyler: A woman could of cut of your penis in your sleep and thrown it out the window of a moving car.
Narrator: There's always that