The degradation of the human race
April 10th, 2006
So, I was at a friend’s birthday barcrawl this last weekend, starting at the Tiki lounge. Throughout the evening I kept encountering women on the dancefloor who… for some reason believed that dancing is jiggling back and forth from one leg to the other while holding a beer and doing the exact same high-pitched ‘woo’ over and over again, and whose idea of a good conversation was talking about how they think their outfit is really cute or how their nails happened to match the color of my shirt.
I fear for the human race. What does it take to find someone with a bloody brain? An Opinion? The ability to construct an argument? Instead of this consumerist fad-driven shallowness that’s trying to copy the personality of what happens to be on this weeks’ Maxim?
What’s with the gloomy? The continuous “I have a worthless life” depression, the lack of desire to grab life by the balls and do something about your shitty situation? I know I’ve been going through some rollercoasters recently, but at least I come out of the doldrums long enough to do something about it. All in all, my life’s pretty fucking awesome, and the last thing I want is some groupie trying to get her hands on my ass just because she wants a slice of success at my expense.
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No wonder I don’t usually go clubbing. Thankfully, Suzie was there to give me an excuse to extract myself from icky situations.
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