< this is a myspace blog response to myself-2-years-back from myself-2-minutes-back


Wow, I look at this now, 2 years down the line, and DAMN! I was prit-tttty angry...to say the least and I can't even recollect what triggered so much angst in me on this day of misfortune to the heel-wearing public. Of course it is clear now that high heels are indeed sexy as they accentuate the curvature of the leg as well as lift our sexy glutes to make them look more pinchable. But jeeez, why did I have so much hate for those poor women (or men, who knows these days?)? I must have fallen or slipped in heels or, in the more likely scenario, found a life-changing-eye-tingling pair of shoes which I couldn't purchase because it would require a Cirque Du Soleil trained stilt walker to use them...wouldn't have been a run for my money (or a walk for my money?).
In either case, I call bullshit on this outburst because CLEARLY it wasn't me who wrote this blog! It isn't possible for such irate thoughts to flow through my mind, EVER :P. But honestly, I saw this today and I felt a bit of shame for myself... nonetheless, my call of bullshit still stands for the high heels because as hot as they potentially are they impair comfort. I will, however, offer my regrets for the malicious events I wished upon those who vote Pro-heel. The heels can break but I don't want any limbs to get broken in the process.
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6:30 am, I'm sitting at Au Bon Pain-fully expensive sipping on my coffee, looking out into the street.  Daylight is sneakily appearing and against the glow of streetlights is the downward flutter of snowflakes settling on the ground as childhood nostalgia is settling on my mind.  God how delightfully poetic! And God!cthe appaling things we used to do back then!!! To think...the audacity of a child rolling around that cold wet white stuff in an endorphine-filled frenzy without a single concern...How dare I now when a single snowflake can ultimately damage my effort-filled blowdried hair and cosmetic-clad face?  A direct threat to the professional getup which is required of me for important reasons which I do not know.  The reasons which don't exist even and yet they manage somehow to take absolute control of our daily processes. 

  It seems they've really got an in for us, these reasons, I mean, they certainly don't like us...they never let us do what we - our bodies - truly want.  I want to travel naked in the summertime but a reason tells me I am not allowed.  I want to be extensively and infinitely educated, to devote my existance to soaking up information with my mind, to know everything about everything...but I never will.  Why? Yep, you got it!: a reason won't let me.  And do not question the reasons! Do not disobey them because they WILL punish you I promise.

  Today's reason stemmed from the one which forbids the persistance of youth in our bodies and brains...a reason I find difficult to comply with.....

  And so...after stepping outside and scoping out the scene to ensure it was clear of spies or other passer-bys I scooped approximately 2 ounces of clean snow - from the board on the top of the back of a part of a bench - and stuck it into my mouth............ for the sake of unprofessionalism!

 

   

He is 30 years old!!!!! True story folks.

its unfortunate, he seems so much cooler as a (what i thought he was) 12 year old kid.

I think high heels are stupid. who the fuck decided that walking on tiny skinny little sticks that give you agonizing pain are sexy? and why are they sexy?? why? u can name anything that people find sexy and i can explain why it is so. but heels.....nope , no explanation there. so heres what i have to say to you high-heel-weares: i hope one day your shoe gets stuck in a hole in the ground and you fall and land in a way that your entire body becomes so contorted that every limb gets broken. or you can just get hit by a bus and die, that would work too.

picked up a copy of the Boston Phoenix on my way to school today...these people sure arent afraid to waste paper...the thing increased my already heavy school bag by a good five pounds. if the paper weighs five pounds, i can confidently and positively say that about 1 pound of it was devoted to substazntial content...and the rest of course was in commercial form. so yea, the reason ads started showing scenarios as opposed to only products is because so many companies produce the same product. competition cannot be based on price because the price can only be so low, so these companies have to appeal to us by other mean, by means of displaying an "ideal" lifestyle that involves their product. they target human discontent and promise to solve it. manufacturers basically say that something about you: your hair, skin, your teeth, etc. is not good enough and they have the product that will fix it. ads never say "youre ok" or "you look good" or anything encouraging. when we look at ourselves in the mirror, instead of seeing what we are, we get absolutely haunted by what were not. and women, women have it quite bad. we have the ideal vixen: that slender one with the symmetrical features, long legs, not too large (and of coursse not too small) breasts, and that silky hair. same face, same body of this ideal woman on various models that are thrown into our faces. women have been conditioned to feel like failures if they dont look like this and men feel like failures if they dont have a woman hanging on their arm who looks like this. we fail to see how we subconsciously submit to this method of persuasion, this subliminal propaganda. if only everyone could just thinkl for ONE MINUTE about truth and about reason and about the real purpose behind everything they consume. we are more mechanical than the machines we use and brag about owning. were losing our sense of choice , the only thing that sets us apart as humans, and we dont even realize it because our brains are programmed with the images and messages of these mass media. everything we choose has to resemble that which is shown to us and spoken to us by these mass monsters. weve lost our ability to make decisions, and worst of all, our ability to be happy. we can never be happy if we dont achieeve the representations of the medias pawns. we want to be those perfect people. we hate ourselves if were not, and in the process of becoming them, we hate the others who are not...and the only way to gain entrance into this magical world of idealism, this source of happiness is to BUY. buy buy buy these products that will give you white teeth, toned bodies, and charisma. promises promises.... we forgot that products need to be advertised through their purpose/use, cost and innovation, not with scenarios that manipulate us into believing that were underpriviledged without them. and music! music needs to be heard, not seen in the form of smut,wealth, and power. they convey this message with theirr words and worse, put this message in their videos. the overabundance of competition leaves the producers with no choice but to convince us to buy for the sake of being "ideal" and not for the sake of the products genuine value. i beg of anyone reading this: question the choices you make and ponder whether these choice are truly yours. oh and dont forget to rock out with your cock out