Stopping smoking and snobs

I see its been a while since i put a post up here. Probably because im the only one that reads them and this blog space of mine is pretty much like a personal account of my flaws in myself and humanity. Excellent.

I stopped smoking yesterday. I could say i feel liberated and refreshed and that this is the start of a brand new era, but Im not going to and ill just be honest.

I hate everyone, you, your mother, my friends, your friends. Its so hard, and of course you have non-smokers acting like Jesus Christ's left testicle with such words of comfort as "Well if you didn't start you wouldn't have this problem". Well gee, thank you very much you little pretentious little prick, "If you didn't breathe then i wouldn't have to listen to your asinine comments about my choices in life". If i wanted to be in the presence of a big prick, i would use a pump on myself.

People like you is why i smoke, its probably why anyone smokes to be honest, we have more fun than you anyway. Or should i say...i USED to have more fun than you...now i am one of you...it sickens me.


Snobs have been on my awareness lately. It seems that when summer comes around they seem to crawl out of the social woodwork and make themselves known, like a dog whos proud that it took a shit on the floor or a cat who sprayed its piss all over a wall.

You know the type of people im talking about. The blonde haired, summer dress wankers who drive their cars top down and wear sunglasses that Michael Jackson would be proud of. Oh and the fact that they justify Magners as a posh cider all because they added a pint glass and some ice. Cider is for tramps who sit on a bench and smell faintly of piss and eggs.

To summarize = I've become a non smoker, thus becoming disappointed in myself and snobs drink piss and egg orientated alcohol.

Old people, Ques, and the smell of urine

Have you ever noticed when your in the que in a supermarket there are at least five or six old people piled to the front and back of you. Its almost like your sandwitched between coffin fodder and you cant escape, the smell of the grave is lightly tingling your nostris.

This is not to say i have a problem with old people but i do when im close enough to them to smell the denchure cream and urine, eminating from them like the last remanding light of their long saggy life. The other day i was talking to a friend of mine in my class about the subject of old people and she said that they looked "cute".

Now i don't know about you, but i don't find saggy skin, piss, fake teeth, white hair, the smell of soggy biscuits and erectile dysfunction cute at all. Its actually quite depressing. My parents would say, you should look forward to getting old! No more work, you can have someone look after you for the remainder of your years. Yeah because that's what i look forward to when i'm about to die, a piss bag and not having the hassle of wiping my own ass. I could easily enjoy that right now if i hit my head hard  enough on something solid.

I just don't know, i dont think most normal people have these thoughts just from standing in a que in the supermarket. Im standing there with quite a heafty basket of items, heavy enough that it would snap grandfather times arm in front of me off. But as i can see as my eyes slowly stroll the checkout counter, the mid range 25 - 40 year olds have the same amount as i, but yet take less time than Old farmer jack with ONE can of rice pudding scuffling for his change to pay for it because he has bad eyesight. It would make more sense to use your time wisely by maybe getting the correct change out before coming to the spotty greasy haired assistant who's looks could  slice through that old man's decrepid heart like butter off a scone.

Old people aren't so bad...Just as long as they can be transported to their own island at the age of 60.

I feel this is better than Kesha's original version

Wake up in the morning feeling like Die Furher, Write mein kampf Tell Germany im gonna make race purer!, Before i leave, fuck my neice with Eva Brun too, Cuz when i leave Mein Reich im gonna kill some jews

Im talkin takin off all their clothes clothes

gassin them till they choke choke

thrownin them in some stoves stoves

Goose steppin into all your cities, spreadin the nazi party, tryin to take over your countryyyyyyy

Dont stop, make em drop, Nazi's blow your cities up tonight, they gonna fight, till you give in to the reich.

 

I got bored and stopped writing, more later