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| i only have one thing to say after watching "the jacket"....i wish i was Adrien Brody.
on another note, i had the almost perfect night.
list:
-Saw "The Jacket"
-At 12:16 Stockholm Syndrome was played on the radio for the first time. on KROQ
-Ate Wendy's in the parking lot
yeah, it was great, the only bad thing about it was that there wasnt a girl with me instead of albert...that would have made it the perfect night. | | |
| i believe that the purpose of life is to die. you live to create a world from your experiences for when you die. when you die, you go to a dreamlike state, where you can chose to stay or return to your life. when you're in this state you can do anything you want and be anything you want. but...none of it matters, anything you do will have no effect on anything. if you chose to return to your life, you will go back to where you died, but you wont die, and you and everyone else will have no recollection of your death. so...how do you know you didnt just die 20 minutes ago?
i wish i could explain this better, if you have any questions, please comment. | | |
| A beautiful girl can make you dizzy, like you've been drinking Jack and Coke all morning. She can make you feel high with the single greatest commodity known to man--promise. Promise of a better day. Promise of a greater hope. Promise of a new tomorrow. This particular aura can be found in the gaze of a beautiful girl. In her smile, in her soul, how she makes every rotten little thing about life seem like it's going to be okay. They are bottled promise. A beautiful girl is all powerful, and that's as good as love. | | |
| Fuck you. Fuck you, pal. Listen to
you trying to pass the buck again.
I'm the source of all your misery.
Who closed the store to play hockey?
Who closed the store to attend a
wake? Who tried to win back an ex-
girlfriend without even discussing
how he felt with his present one?
You wanna blame somebody, blame
yourself.
"I'm not even supposed to be here
today."
You sound like an asshole. Whose
choice was it to be here today?
Nobody twisted your arm. You're
here today of your own violation,
my friend. But you'd like to
believe that the weight of the
world rests on your shoulders-that
the store would crumble if Dante
wasn't here. Well, I got news for
you, jerk: This store would survive
without you. Without me either. All
you do is overcompensate for having
what's basically a monkey's job:
You push fucking buttons. Any moron
can waltz in here and do our jobs,
but you're obsessed with making it
seem so much more fucking important,
so much more epic than it really is.
You work in a convenience store,
Dante. And badly, I might add. And
I work in a shitty video store.
Badly, as well.
You know, that guy Jay's got it
right-he has no delusions about
what he does. Us? We like to make
ourselves seem so much better than
the people that come in here, just
looking to pick up a paper or-God
forbid-cigarettes. We look down on
them, as it we're so advanced.
Well, if we're so fucking advanced,
then what are we doing working here?
-Randal | | |
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