stardustcboy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...Another year on planet earth... well, well, well my dear loves! and how are we all doing this fine wednesday afternoon? hmmm? i've just been informed that my life has been shortened 1.4 years by smoking. yep. looks like i MAY only live to be 75...ish. :-P so anyway, yeah, i'm 28 now. 30 is just around the corner. i know many people who just start freekin' out about their age at about this time. but you know what? fuck that noise. you see, i, unlike many of my contemporaries, have already come to grips emotionally/spiritually/mentally with the fact that i will die AND MOREOVER that i began aging as soon as i popped out of me mums vagina 28 years ago. so what's all the fuss? why all the whining and the worrying? it's so utterly redundant and rediculous. get over yourself man. you're growing older and fatter by the day, slowly crawling moment by moment to the unavoidable finality of your mortal existence. instead of crying all the time, or quitting smoking, or eating healthy, or excercising in the sad and delusional hope that SOMEHOW you're staving off the reaper another decade or two; just go fucking balls out and enjoy life. that's what i'm talkin' aboot! get out there and see all you can see! learn all there is to know! touch as many people as you can (spiritually, emotionally, physically or otherwise). smoke till your lungs burn, drink until you black out and wake up in the arms of some huge black mamma, do drugs like it's goin' out of style (and believe me pilgrims, it is), and generally revel in this most amazingly profound massive-multiplayer-online-role-playing game that we call... LIFE i suppose now that i'm all "getting old" and shit i should take a more conservative and embittered stance on the important issues of today's modern society. i should stand up for family values, and vote and get involved... pheh! if there's anything i've learned from mr. mark driver at blindwino.com; and maddox from maddox.xmission.com it's that most of these so called "causes" and their oh-so-benevolent-and-pure "advocates" are nothing more than suckering stupid suckers into givin' more money to political lobbyist agendas. you're not saving the whales, you're not saving poor lil animals from being eaten by voracious 300 lb. beef-lovers, you're not giving food to the poor starving children of africa. NO! you're lining these politician fucks' wallets baby! your money doesn't go to shit. your cause is a joke! every cause is a joke! let me tell you a good cause. instead of throwin' money and support at all these fuckin' charities and organizations and shit why not go down to your local children's hospital and hang with the terminal cancer kids? hmmm? keep 'em company in the last few moments of their sadly short existences? OR, why not go and spend some time with someone's grandma in the convalescent home? or do volunteer fire rescue? or be a big brother or big sister? now THESE are causes that have verifiable, definite, tangible RESULTS!! THESE are causes that those ass-cock suckin' activists can really be envious of! whilst they're ruining someone's steak dinner by shouting "meat=murder" at them as they raise the scrumptuous, rare, tidbit to their lips you can sit by knowing that you actually DID make a difference in someone's world BESIDES ruining a perfectly good dinner and being an annoying fuck-off. you see, it's easy to be an activist for something that is impossible. because when nothing is happening you can blame it on the meat-conspiracy, or the chinese whalers, or men, or women, or fat turd politicians...and then you can go about your little life thinking that you're oh-so-important and aware of critical issues...when you're really not. oh no! far be it from them to see some REAL fuckin' pain and suffering. far be it from them to actually be on the front lines and take one for the team. that's someone else's job. someone who volunteers time at a children's hospital has nothing but respect from me. does anyone know just how absolutely gut-wrenchingly difficult it is to look into the eyes of a 5 year old with terminal lymphoma? hmmm? anyone? it'll fuckin' change your sorry life my friends. you will NEVER be the same whiney bitch-ass you've always been. worried about death and pain and shopping and money. HO NO BUDDY! in a single second all of your priorities will change. suddenly it will become painfully evident to you what life is REALLY all about. and when you go home, you can be proud knowing that you actually made a little difference in someone's life. and when annoying "activists" come up and bug the shit out of you, you have every right to give them a solid spin kick right to their smug, self-righteous face. aw yeah! so get out there and make a fuckin' difference ya'll! you'll love yourself more, and you can truly say you've done your part. if you don't then...well...go suck some ass-cock. i don't give a rat's ass. anyway, enough of the ranting. my birthday weekend was awesome. the past three months have been a jobless, financial nightmare from whence i felt there was no escape; but the good graces of the cosmos smiled upon me with an awesome job close to home, good pay, good bennies, a loving family, one helluva an awesome girlfriend (soon to be fiance), a place to live, good health and one mean-fuckin' sense of will. so needless to say i felt that there was much to be celebrated after this last year of my life, and celebrate i DID indeed. good times friends, good times. i probably should get back to work all you beautiful cyber boys and girls. you all be nice out there. until next time... licksucklicksuckfuck! xoxxxOH! ~B-) 3:55 p.m. - 2004-03-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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