this is all a part of me

You know there are times where I can be so amazed by the amount of superficial trash we think and talk about. And then there are times when I'm just going WTF at all these deep insightful nonsense that we believe is going to save the world or at least redeem us in the eyes of the higher power (which might or might not exist depending on your fancy) so that we'd get that last chance ticket into heaven instead of being damned eternally to hell.

It's really interesting. I mean at warp speed my brain is locked in this volleyball (oooh the irony) of thoughts and decisions and revelations and promulgations (I do not believe that such a word exists and if it does I believe that I may have used it in the wrong context but since no one here bothers or cares then I really don't give a shit) and it actually makes me feel revved up to want to DO something instead of just sit here and stare at my monitor and lament and moan.

Oh that I need alcohol. Strong and good, no bitter aftertaste because I am a girl after all and I pretty much like sweet things. Yummeh. But I was looking through a number of blogs and just wodnering about the state of mind of all these people and the things that they do and the things that they say in correllation to what they do. It strikes me really. I mean yeah you can write really well but look at the Sarong Party Girl (who honestly has no looks and her body is far from desirable then again I have very very VERY high standards when it comes to girls and I'm just shitting myself either way) who is clearly unable to express herself verbally in person and instead makes use of the written word to try and make everything fancy by using big words that have no true reason to be there.

Agree? Even if you don't, I don't give a shit. HAHAHAHA!

But yes. I look at some kid's blog and I'm wondering. Holy shit is that what life is about to you? I mean is that ALL you think about? Don't you know that there are other things OUT THERE that are far more deserving of your time, energy, effort and attention? You have the monetary capabilities and yet you waste it all away on your frivilous little party trinkets from Gucci, Prada or LV. Ok fine mayhaps I sound bitter I'd want a LV luggage but hey, Roxy does fine for me too. In any case, WHAT HAS THE WORLD GONE TO?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE ONE?!

We've all turned into inch-deep shallow little fucks that it's pretty hilarious at times sitting in a conversation and realising that the only benefit it has is perhaps... none. But hey, I'm to blame too for engaging myself in such 'sinful' mediocrity. I be humble, I'm stupid like hell, timid like a mouse and have not an inkling of originality and creativity coursing through my veins.

I am going to stop writing in flowery languages because FUCK if there's even a point in it. Most times, now that I tell you in not-so-confidential confidence, I write in such language because I don't know what else to say and hence I expound the same words but through synonyms.

Pretty ain't it?

Now I will hunt down my coffee because I'm sick sick SICK of REDBULL and it's fucking up my system a heck lot more than normal. The main ethos for this rant or entry or whatever you may deem to call it is that I LIKE MY JOB BUT I WANT A BETTER (paying, well a salary hike to 4 digits is what everyone wants no?) JOB SO HELP ME IF I TEAR AT MY EYES AND LAMENT CEASELESSLY ABOUT IT!

Have I mentioned that I need alcohol? Yes. Wine? Beer? Fuck if I care.

Also, one final thing to note. If you want os badly to jam THEN FUCKING TAKE THE INITIATIVE TO ORGANISE IT YOU DUMBASS! I'm sorry that you work two days and then have two days off and sometimes you have to make time for another band everything else. But lookie here, there are some of us who actually have a proper job and who are chained to their desks because they have to finish everything before a particular date else they'll never hear the end of it from their superiors (aka, people who own their souls and dangle that carrot of a paycheck in front of their noses). YOU, clearly do not need to bring back work. YOU, clearly do not have to burn your weekends unnecessarily BECAUSE of work and I am SICK and TIRED of you dropping hints about some girl who this and that and this and that.

Not interested still means not interested. No way in hell unless you suddenly look like Brad Pitt or better yet, Edward Norton, would I ever be interested in you. GET THAT IN YOUR FUCKING HEAD and let's just have a professional band relationship.

Yes no? Awesome.