I skipped work and instead danced to the Pet Shop Boys in my bra. It reminded me of how effing weird are the things I do. Still, it was so worth it. What was not worth it, was listening to Sarah McLachlan's downers and then calling all my friends to have heart-to-heart discussions about the limits of fuckedness, and about what levels of insanity they were prepared to tolerate before asking for help or taking matters into their own hands a la gun. No, I think that when life seems to go to shit, that is when we are not taking matters into our own hands. Stand up and get what you want. It's fun. And then we die.
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