I really can't stand body hair on myself. So I'm always totally shaved. I don't even like arm hair so that has to go too! I know I'm weird lol.
Supermarkets/Shopping centres/Malls. I can't stand them. EVERYONE seems to be on a mission to get in my way!
People who stop to talk in the street and take up the WHOLE walk way so you can't get past them. And then they're usually so busy talking they don't even notice/care that you have to walk on the goddamn road to get by. Grr!
Lydia is addicted to smurf porn and watches it every night for 4 hours straight.
Diversified is having an affair with half the people on LushStories.
Lydia is secretly my wife. ;]
"Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler."
"Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."
"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."
"Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken."
-- All Tyler Durden, Fight Club
