Parafraseando a Dr.ª Rute Remédios, as opiniões são como as vaginas: cada uma tem a sua e quem quiser dá-la, dá-a. Neste blog, Julie D´aiglemont dá a sua. Opinião, claro. E nem sempre da forma mais respeitosa. Isso ofende a vossa sensibilidade? Então, ide, ide. Ide ler o programa de um qualquer partido de extrema esquerda, que de certeza é mais consentâneo com vossos princípios morais.





terça-feira, 11 de maio de 2010

Choose Life!

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a carrer. Choose a family. Chosse a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good healh, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurwear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on the coutch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassement to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yorself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
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Retirado do meu filme preferido.

1 comentário:

Catherine Linton disse...

Choose being an adult. Choose being mature. Choose never being an asshole. Nor a dick. Especially if you have one.
Choose taking risks though nobody's here talking about bungee jumping.
Choose half full, never half empty. And by the way, who ever told you that being optimistic would make you have your legs broken?
Choose steping out of the box. Choose getting a life. And meanwhile, choose a health care insurance. You might need it anyways.

(Desculpe, Julie, estou com sentimentos de raiva muito grandes ainda. Não resisti.)