Saturday, January 29, 2005
 some people will do anything for attention.
Like have mommy and daddy throw a really huge, really fabulous, really expensive birthday party for your spoiled little brat ass, and then have a drama-freakout and cry. Hey, its your party.
Or act like you actual have a sliver of talent in anything, much less business and take over control of your "company" by paying your ceo to leave. All he did was, um, make every single penny you have for you by marketing and selling your crap to people that didn't really want it.
But the funny thing about attention whores is that most of the time they are shamelessly copying the hell out of someone elses ideas.
As in tv shows, public trials, and underwear fashion on either side of the pond.
My british friend has a field day every night out at the bars. Absolutely lashing lads for pikeying themselves so much, in his words. He was right though; most of the guys looked like they just woke up and got dressed in the dark.
Together.
And funny thing was, the chicks noticed too. thats why they bought us drinks all night.
In America, men think that dressing like everyone else is how to be fashionable. Go to the mall, purchase your pastel colored embroidered animal logo uniform kit and you are good to go. They are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don't concern them. What concerns them are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy's name on their underwear.
And they don't even know what movie that's from.
Style is about being an individual. Every other country in the world, and Britain, understands this concept. Its about feeling comfortable in what you are wearing. Copying others is not style. Unless youre style is to be like vanilla ice.
Its about being different.
And that goes for women too. Stop caring about who name is on your tshirt, or how low your neckline is. Or if you look fat or not.
I mean really, is this what a woman really looks like? Starve yourself all day, slave away at a gym for hours and hours to strive towards someone elses impossibly convoluted image of perfection? And then prance around emotionless and forever on display?
Self-improvement is masturbation. Youre polishing brass on the titanic. Its all going down, man.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some pictures I have to, um, study.
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