Sunday, February 06, 2005

what are you going to do with your life?

the very next person that asks me that question is getting a pint glass right up inside their asshole. seriously.

thats a heavy question. and its kind of personal. so why the fuck is it that total strangers youve just met feel entitled to demand a dissertation on your future life's work? 'well sir, im going to have 3.14 kids and i am going to feed them pie. is that a good enough answer motherfucker???'

and i have a special place in my heart for those perfect people who have a ready answer for every dickhead who has to ask that fucking question. 1)youre encouraging the question-asking retards. 2)FUCK YOU for knowing what you want to do with your life. 3)you are probably an unimaginative fuck and fuck you for fucking being that way. you fuck.

your soul is hollow. i knocked on it and there was nothing inside. so there.

im reading this book an ex gave me while i was having one of many post-graduation crises. It's called 'what should i do with my life'. or something like that. by some dude named po bronson.

worst. name. ever.

if you want your kid to get ass-raped on the playground when he grows up, g'head. name him po bronson.

so anyways im reading this book. and mind you ive had it for two years and still haven't managed to finish it, because it sucks that bad. his picture is on the back of the book and its just this gigantic po bronson head. i can see boogers. i bet the publishing company made him do that cause they thought he was attractive in a smoldering kind of way. cause his eyes are half closed. but mostly he just looks nicely toasted. and so im reading through this book hoping itll give me something to say to the assfaces who ask me what i want to be when i grow up.

and then i think to myself, as i struggle to keep myself awake despite his brilliant prose, 'why the fuck am i listening to some dude who thought it might be a good idea to spend his life asking other people how theyre going to spend their lives?' wouldnt that make him, like, the king of the assholes in asshole-land?

the answer is yes. yes it would.

"he represents everything i detest..." ~charles bukowski, barfly


At 5/01/2008 12:12 PM, Anonymous The Unlikely Heroine said...

I don't know if you still blog here, as this entry appears to have been written in '05, but I, too, was given Po Bronson's book in an answer to my own crisis. I found the book to be trite and a painful read, at best. It no more helped me answer that question than it did give me reasons to be pissed off at all the rich motherfuckers who actually have the opportunity to give up their six-figure salaries to chase their dreams of opening fish farms, or what-have-you.

Anyway, I feel your pain. And Po Bronson sucks.


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