Todo lo que tenés que elegir..

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 leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday night. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life...
•·.·• But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. •·.·•
Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

Trainspotting..Nadie lo dijo mejor.

Tenía que subirlo, era ésto o parte de un diario mental. Y bueno, creo que ésto fue la opción más acertada.

: Envidio a todo aquel que tuvo la oportunidad de ver a Roger Waters el sábado pasado. Más odio a BrunoRicota, ya que fue sin entrada y consiguió una para el domingo a $120 argentinos..: