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Friday, February 26, 2010This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
~Fight Club
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The blogger, female, has recently discovered that she could not be a disciple-to-no one.
Notice the transition from morose to pathetically smitten.
Give her a break. We all falter.
The lucky ones, happily so.
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