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August 09, 2009


Aside from the first paragraph - best of luck to you on the fuck off disease front - I could've written this, though it would have been less coherent. Although I don't think our budget was slashed to quite the extent that yours was.

Nothing like spending the vast majority of your waking hours doing shit you hate, among people you would otherwise have nothing to do with, all for the privilege of not living under a bridge.

It's okay though, because you're lucky enough to have a few hours between the time you leave work and go to sleep to eat and watch television.

Fuck life.

I'll admit, most of my co-workers are slack jawed organ banks with the intellectual curiosity of a doorstop, and listening to them drivel on about mundane and inane things does tend to suck the life out of me. I survive by being as subtly cruel to them as I can be with out them knowing it, exposing and exploiting their hypocrisies, mocking their failed belief systems, and other distancing exercises. Life doesn't suck, capitalism does, so you might as well make a game out of it, otherwise, you'll just drive yourself crazy.

it's too late for me, but i hope to help my kids avoid the trap.

I've tried my best to embrace the Spectacle, roll with the shit in my path, and I am happier for it.

You go Agi----how about placing a plate of viral cookies next to the water cooler and watch the matrix handle that Spectacle?

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