Fuh-Cough

"Anything you can do I can do better..."

And, a bit more apropos...

Choose life.

Choose a job.

Choose a career.

Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life...

It's not my drama, I ain't playing any guest roles in it. Nor will I endorse or represent the former life, be a touch tone to it or a reminder. Fuck that. Go, live that fabulous fucking life. Just don't expect me to fake a smile on my face while you try to convince yourself life is so much better. My life is just fine, fine, fine. I just don't need someone that hit it to another country to downplay it.

My turn. Fuck Off.