Dear diary;
My life is spiraling downward. I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate me dry concert. In fact, I can't even afford to buy the arterial linings that I hold in such high regard. Christ, I miss McDonald's.
Money isn't the only barrier that has been erected between me and McDonald's though. Now that it is warm out again, the Kingston homeless people are out in full force. Whenever I go to McDonald's, there is always a cluster of vagrants standing outside, asking for spare change... I've always an almost irresistible desire to completely stop moving and just stare contemptuously at them, but I worry that random passerbys will be scornful of that. If we live in a society that equates the homeless with, say, amputee children, I think I may need to move to somewhere less accepting, like Germany.
Anyway, the point of all this is that I hate my life. Oh, and as a side note, I'd have liked the movie Crash if I weren't white. Apparently, increased concentration of skin pigment instills one with a greater tolerance for shoddy scriptwriting, and robs one of the ability to appreciate subtlety.
Money isn't the only barrier that has been erected between me and McDonald's though. Now that it is warm out again, the Kingston homeless people are out in full force. Whenever I go to McDonald's, there is always a cluster of vagrants standing outside, asking for spare change... I've always an almost irresistible desire to completely stop moving and just stare contemptuously at them, but I worry that random passerbys will be scornful of that. If we live in a society that equates the homeless with, say, amputee children, I think I may need to move to somewhere less accepting, like Germany.
Anyway, the point of all this is that I hate my life. Oh, and as a side note, I'd have liked the movie Crash if I weren't white. Apparently, increased concentration of skin pigment instills one with a greater tolerance for shoddy scriptwriting, and robs one of the ability to appreciate subtlety.