sábado, 20 de junio de 2009

My life lacks its heroin

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?

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People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least, we're not that fucking stupid. Take the best orgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you're still nowhere near it. When you're on junk you have only one worry: scoring. When you're off it you are suddenly obliged to worry about all sorts of other shite. Got no money: can't get pished. Got money: drinking too much. Can't get a bird: no chance of a ride. Got a bird: too much hassle. You have to worry about bills, about food, about some football team that never fucking wins, about human relationships and all the things that really don't matter when you've got a sincere and truthful junk habit.


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viernes, 19 de junio de 2009

Anthropomorphic figures

Things that should never be said: "Hey, so, how does it feel to know you mom's ass is paying off college?"

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Much beloved Hamlet quote: I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space.

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I didn't know Hawking wrote a book called "The Universe in a nutshell" because of it. Apparently it's a commonly discussed quote.

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There are moments when I'm alone sitting on the floor of my room behind a closed door. Moments when all you hear inside is music, if at all. Sometimes I even lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling. In moments like that, I feel infinite. Not infinite like when I'm sitting by the seaside just falling in and out of love with the sea at the rhythm of the tide. Not infinite like when I scream my lungs out while driving in my car singing a meaningful song. Not infinite like those moments where I can feel nothing but alive. I feel infinite in a very insignificant way that isn't necessarily bad. Loneliness reminds me I'm not so big, that not every little thing I do will mean something. Fuck the chaos theory.
Realizing how small I am makes me look up to most everything. Knowing I have reached some of the things I've looked up to some time makes me feel accomplished. The things I haven't reached yet are still there and I'm still figuring a way to climb up to them. When I think of that I remember Wilde's wonderful saying "We're all lying in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars" and it makes me feel good.

And that's what life should be all about; feeling good.

lunes, 15 de junio de 2009

Sick Sad World NEWS

Hoy mientras manejaba hacia la casa, por una fracción de segundo me emocioné un chingo porque quería llegar corriendo al libro que estaba leyendo la semana pasada (Pygmy de Chuck Palahniuk) y averiguar qué más ha pasado en ese mundito que no existe con las personas que no existen pero que conozco. Y luego me botó bien feo recordar que ya terminé ese libro. Que si lo abro, no van a haber páginas nuevas ni hazañas diferentes ni insultos que hacen que mi corazón pegue un brinquito de felicidad ácida.
Y es que me acostumbré a tener, a vivir, algo que no es mío. Me pasa de repente con uno que otro libro. En -casi- todos logro sumergirme lo suficiente como para que me importe lo que está pasando pero en muy pocos siento esta como chiquitita pero importante necesidad de saber what is up, b u t t e r c u p.

Y ese fue un holy moment del día de hoy. Y también fue triste. Porque a veces quisiera que mi vida fuese un poquito más interesante para que no me haga falta leer de las hazañas de alguien más.

Pero, hay que tener cuidado con lo que se desea.

domingo, 7 de junio de 2009

Cosas Domingueras

Como cada domingo, me desperté y lo primero que hice fue checar Post Secret.
Y cuando prendo la computadora se conecta automáticamente el messenger; y ví un artículo de MSN que me dió curiosidad (pensando qué mamadas podían haber escrito) y acabé sorprendida.

El artículo se llama "Five Relationship Rules You Should Break" y en resumen, van así:

Rule #1: You can't check out anyone else
Why you should break it:
You're in a relationship; you're not dead... Noticing the scenery isn't a sign that your guy doesn't do it for you anymore. "It's human nature to be attracted to other people"... It's important to respect your significant other, so you don't want to be too obvious or make a habit of looking... Obviously, there's a difference between staring slack-jawed and simply appreciating a nice view.


Rule #2: You have to give each other the play-by-play of your day
Why you should break it:
You already know it's not cool to attach yourself to his hip. Well, the same thing goes for drawing him a mental map of your daily grind.


Rule #3: Sex always has to be spontaneous
Why you should break it:
The constant carnal craving that most twosomes experience early in a relationship sparks lots of anytime, anywhere sex. Unfortunately, it doesn't last. Eventually, daily pressures can put a damper on your desire. "Many people erroneously believe that to be happy as a couple, you need to be having frequent, spontaneous sex," says Ianni. "But you have to work at maintaining an exciting sex life."

Rule #4: You have to resolve every conflict
Why you should break it:
Forget the old adage that you should never go to bed angry. Despite your feminine urge to fix a problem now, it often pays to sleep on it ... or drop the matter completely.
What is important when you don't see eye-to-eye is being able to communicate your feelings. "If you bottle up your emotions, you set yourself up for a far worse explosion later,"... But speaking your mind doesn't necessarily mean finding a tidy resolution.


Rule #5: You need to deep-six your exes
Why you should break it:
There's no reason to cut off contact with someone you genuinely care about. Just because it didn't work out romantically between the two of you doesn't mean you have to wind up hating each other.
However, there are certain codes of behavior that you need to respect. First, keep the camaraderie casual. "Make a conscious effort to refrain from doing anything that would make your current boyfriend feel threatened or jealous," ... In other words, it's okay to meet your ex for a quick cup of coffee; it's not okay to get together for an hours-long romantic dinner.





I won't be bashing Cosmo too much next time.

viernes, 5 de junio de 2009

Kinky

La verdad es que aquí debería de haber una reseña mamonsísima de lo increíble que estuvo el concierto de Kinky pero ni que me esfuerce un chingo podría hacerle justicia a lo pocamadre que estuvo el pinchiconcierto.
Músicos como ellos redefinen el concepto de música, música revolucionaria y llena de energía.
Es una pena que la gente de aquí sea tan apática, que se lancen más del triple de personas a ver a Dayron cualquier día y no se lancen a eventos como el de hoy. Sin embargo, trataré de no perder toda mi fe y voy a pensar que no se llenó porque el boleto estaba relativamente caro. Pero aún si hubiese pagado por ir, ese concierto valía cada peso. Cada gota de sudor, el dolor de garganta que me traigo y los pies hinchados son precios que pagaría sin pensarlo dos veces por espectáculos de ese calibre.
Kinky rifa tan cabrón que la gente no está lista para apreciarlo como se debe.
Mientras tanto, Viva México por tener hijos chidos como los Kinky.

Peace out.