Jun 18, 2006 18:55
So guys. We're listening to Iggy Pop. It's time for me to get philisophical on your ass. (Thats a phrase.)
It feels pretty good to be seventeen, (I think this is because people bought me new clothes, and glens vodka, rather than because I am any more mature.) However, I also think that seventeen is the age of the 1/4 life crisis, for example, as oonagh has said so many times, should we not be taller/thinner/better looking/better read by now? More to the point, should I have more of a direction? Maybe I should take up a middle class pretend-spiritual passtime, such as yoga, would that help? anybody?
I've decided I am less hateful than I was a year ago. As long as I don't meet any people who shave off and draw back on their eyebrows. I fucking hate those people, they either look constipated or surprised, and you just want to shout "CALM THE FUCK DOWN" at them. I'm just mentioning this because I was in central station yesterday, and seemingly having terrible eyebrows is a new craze amongst those who make a passtime of being miserable. oooft. Well amn't I a bitch?
In conclusion, what I meant to say was, I had a fab birthday overall. It was a good laugh. :)
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