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how to combat a rainy day part 2.

miss this album

alison mosshart in her old band Discount.

so weird!

how to combat a rainy day

listen, i love michael ian black just as much as the next mindless vh1 junkie, but come on- the decade isn’t even over yet! the cultural aftereffects of ‘01-‘10 can’t be significant to the future that doesn’t exist yet, thus defeating the point and greatness of these shows. i’ll stick to the ‘i love the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s’ reruns, thanks.

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 leisurewear 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 Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future.

You told me that the daylight burns you
And that the sunrise was enough to kill you.
I said maybe you’re a vampire.
You said it’s quite possible, I feel truly dead inside.

working for urban is a fucking joke. only apply if:

a. your best friend is the (scheduling) manager

b. you already have a lot of money and don’t really need a job

b1. your parents pay for your life

c. you don’t mind being given two shifts after working for the company 2+ years and were a part of management for well over 1

i will no longer be buying anything from my store as they’ve already raped me and my fellow employees of enough money. looking for a new job asap.

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