The worst thing about life after you turn 18 is probably owning a (cell) phone. The flow of people trying to sell you shit never fucking stops.
No, I take that back. You can make it worse.
You can become an entrepreneur, and double the amount of shit people try selling you over the phone.
Ads online, on the street, in hockey matches (what?), underwear, socks, makeup, magazines, "health" products, you name it. Is there anything you can buy at the store anymore without someone telling you how awesome it is?
Oh, yes there is, but remember to bring your ID with you, because you probably don't look old enough to buy that carton of milk. However, if you decide to save time and shove your ID in the clerk's face, they're not going to want to see it.
The fact that anyone is looking forward to this baffles me. And every time I answer the phone, I wish I hadn't.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
History
chester: its mostly about oppressing women
i love history
fuck you're shit
why do you think i love old pictures?
so i can masturbate to my garndma when she was younger?
you sick fuck
i love history
fuck you're shit
why do you think i love old pictures?
so i can masturbate to my garndma when she was younger?
you sick fuck
Monday, June 13, 2011
The Euro
I remember when it first came; the first time I went to the store and got myself some cents in exchange for my "old" money and how exciting it was to hold those shiny new coins in my hand, even though a part of me didn't really want to switch. For a long time, in fact I think all the way up until very recently, I would convert amounts of money on and off to ridicule the thought of how much more everything costs nowadays.
I feel like those old people stuck in the past, except it's probably worse. I can't even properly remember how much most things cost in my childhood. What I do remember is how suddenly having a 20 euro bill was more than the 100 bill you had had in marks, and how cool it was to have all of that freshly printed money that could get you "more for less".
And now, now I have utterly grown tired of this boring currency that does no good. There is no longer any comfort to be found in the thought that when you cross the borders of your country to another, you will not have to convert one currency to another and think about these things.
I feel like those old people stuck in the past, except it's probably worse. I can't even properly remember how much most things cost in my childhood. What I do remember is how suddenly having a 20 euro bill was more than the 100 bill you had had in marks, and how cool it was to have all of that freshly printed money that could get you "more for less".
And now, now I have utterly grown tired of this boring currency that does no good. There is no longer any comfort to be found in the thought that when you cross the borders of your country to another, you will not have to convert one currency to another and think about these things.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Turns out
it was really lack of practice
rather than sadness
rather than sadness
Monday, June 6, 2011
Superpower
I don't know why, but I keep expecting everything to turn out fine. If it doesn't, there's always something else; better
and i am glad for having found it.
and i am glad for having found it.
Friday, June 3, 2011
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