Bitter? Possibly....
Okay... so the whole audition thing has really thrown me for a loop. For some reason it's got me all introspective and shit. I'm starting to feel old for the first time in my life and i think it's making me bitter. just some random thoughts...
•Your amazing pecks and tiny waist say, "I can afford to go to the gym". My amazing outfit says, "I can afford NOT to go to the gym".
•I've got a good job, a great salary, am moderately attractive and impeccably dressed. You've got an incredible body. You also have a roommate, a bus pass, two part time jobs and a credit card balance that will take 40 years to pay off.
•Yeah, you've got a nice chest. But let's be honest... who's paying for dinner? And how old are those shoes?
Why do we do it? Why do we perpetuate the stereotypes? Why do we ignore each other and lust after what used to be??? When did we get relegated to the ONE bar that all the boys walking past in their tight clothes call the "Glass Coffin"?
Take back your lives. Take back your dignity. Take back your credit cards.
Search out the right things. A stable life. A home. The comfort of a family that you had to create on your own.
Do the right fucking thing and we'll all be able to walk down the street and not apologize for a stomach that's not as flat as it used to be. I mean really... I'd rather have the belly I've got than the flat one that was caused by lack of enough money to eat. Think about it.
•Your amazing pecks and tiny waist say, "I can afford to go to the gym". My amazing outfit says, "I can afford NOT to go to the gym".
•I've got a good job, a great salary, am moderately attractive and impeccably dressed. You've got an incredible body. You also have a roommate, a bus pass, two part time jobs and a credit card balance that will take 40 years to pay off.
•Yeah, you've got a nice chest. But let's be honest... who's paying for dinner? And how old are those shoes?
Why do we do it? Why do we perpetuate the stereotypes? Why do we ignore each other and lust after what used to be??? When did we get relegated to the ONE bar that all the boys walking past in their tight clothes call the "Glass Coffin"?
Take back your lives. Take back your dignity. Take back your credit cards.
Search out the right things. A stable life. A home. The comfort of a family that you had to create on your own.
Do the right fucking thing and we'll all be able to walk down the street and not apologize for a stomach that's not as flat as it used to be. I mean really... I'd rather have the belly I've got than the flat one that was caused by lack of enough money to eat. Think about it.
posted by Shuboy at 8:02 AM
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