Loyalty Is Dead. Indifference Is Better.
>> Thursday, May 3, 2012
If you were so inclined as to rummage through my house, you'd think I was actually about eleventy-two different people. I'm typing on my Macbook with my eye-fone next to me, yet I don't own those silly non-prescription glasses that do nothing for your vision, and exist entirely to make you look more of a geek than if you tried referencing Pokemon in a pick-up line. In addition to the Apple products, an Xbox lives under my TV because it wasn't £500, or designed with "cutesy" in mind. You'll find I used to own a Land-Rover Discovery, yet I have not murdered anyone. The volume of Tesco's bags I have in one of those silly carrier-bag holders is merely because Tesco's is closest, and I am far too lazy to drive another 10 minutes to Morrison's, rather than being impressed by any suggestion of a "price promise" or because Terry Wogan used to tell me that "Every Little Helps"; a slogan that makes absolutely no sense from people who are trying to sell me broccoli and Smarties. Also, I am frequently seen in public wearing a pair of Converse shoes. Not because I'm from the "bad side of town" in 1970's New York, not because I own a skateboard and sum everything up as "totally", but because my lordy lord they are comfy.
