Monday, December 22, 2008
lets hear it for america's suitehearts....
for once in my life i think that my neck it too tired to actually hold up mt head. I'm planning on typing this whole post with my eyes partially closed. cause I'm cool like that. so anyway, it's about time I've gone on another rant. this time about... commercialism.. and what better time for this than Christmas? so anywho, I think that people spend too much money on getting what they think they should get, and not on what they want to get. i mean take the common suburban housewife for example, she buys a minivan, and owns some kind of designer purse thing. that's basically what most wives now are like. and it's really stupid. i mean i think most people are stuck on that whole I've gotta beat the Smiths mentality. you know, how the "Smiths" have something better than you and instantly you have to get something even better to beat them out? yes. well it sucks. so pretty much, if something works, and does what it is supposed to do, then don't even fucking bother buying something more expensive just to be better than the "Smiths". a normal household should be determined by what comes naturally to you. not what comes naturally to someone else. it's about time that we start setting some new stereotypes, and change the boundaries. it's time to start changing minds, prove people wrong. and there's definitely no time better than the future. (yes i did just use that overused quote.)
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