if i can't dance, i don't want to be a part of your revolution!

   
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I stumbled upon this shot, thought it pretty wicked and wanted to share (:

I've been fighting the urge to write here, for a couple days now... i want to sit down, spill my guts (in that oh so esthetically correct way, that poets may use). But I'm afraid life has swept me off my feet, once again...
alas, here's something else, and far more entertaining than my life will ever be, enjoy:

i'm plucking my eyebrows,
one is finished,
the other is not.
one half of my face is happy the other now slightly down.
and i'm thinking whether to leave it like this, and live out my days as a social outcast with a asymmetric face, or just finish the work.
but hey, been all kinds ao social outcast till now,
why stop,
and spoil it for my public?

i'll stop now, it's to early to sound as drunk is i do at the moment.
merry holly days, btw.

as i have now found out, drinking plus Chinese food, not to bright of a idea.

especially if your a student.
and a future animator.
and u go to a LOT of coffee-houses, cause of the breaks between lectures.
and your pretty girl-friend (not a lover, just a friend that happens to be girl) says: "want a fag?"
and u just don't want to be rude.

what is a girl to do?

lol, oh fuck me up the ass, how i adore technology!
i buy a comp for a very big sum of money, a comp i will use for work, and i get what? a toy to go on-line and check my mail, cause it wont do no other shit than that properly.
so i go and complain,
and they put a new graphic card in, without even explaining why the fuck they did it, nor what the fuck was causing the problems...
and reinstall the windows, thus deleting everything!
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.................
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

i'm wearing myself out again, as usual,
cause that's what i do.
that's how i function.
and this time i'm doing it on the mental level.
(lol, this time, that's funny, this would actually imply that this is the first time i did this)
i'd love to state myself in a profound manner,
to make this txt seem as if it makes sense.
as if i have a voice that i wish not to silence, but let free (lets paraphrase: let it scream)
i want to ask myself questions,
and i wish answers, that i will probably never get.
cause i'm such a damn fool.
cause i'm so fuckin passive aggressive towards myself.
i dwell in some points of my past.
nothing new,
many do.
it's a fuckin summer resort for your average jane.