I live in the Promised Land, except the Chosen People are all trying to get out.
McDonalds, if you think about it, is the PERFECT example of life/lifestyles in the late 20th/early 21st century. Pink slime shaped like chicken nuggets, giant lawsuit-happy corporations suing people for using the prefix "Mc" no matter what the circumstances, marketing aimed at small children (Ronald, etc) to form life-long associations with the product, and the abysmally-effective "I'M LOVING IT" marketing ploy aimed at maintaining that association into the person's adult life...With the advertisement showing skinny, attractive people while in reality the AVERAGE customer is 45 pounds overweight.All style, no substance almost-food sold to brainwashed masses. It's AMERICA™, in a white paper bag.
Also, there was never a requirement to pick a poison. I go to the gym, but I see no need to make a subculture out of it. I feel no need to adopt a prepackaged, stretch-wrapped language set. I'm me. What the hell are you?
If Luna was a furry, she'd sex humans and scream "BEASTIALITY!" at the top of her lungs at inopportune times.
I like the Luna one. She is a good one.
"Stop talking to yourself. You don't like you any better than anyone else who knows you."
I enjoy it, though, Dok.I'm not THAT bad that I'm not an individual. And the lingo is mainly a joke. I often use "come at me bro" to get a rise out of people, I play this shit up to see people's reactions. What can I say, I'm an attention whore. Only an idiot allows himself to be a walking stereotype.
I've spent the past two years avoiding college and probably frying my remaining brain cells with drink and Xanax. This shit is HARD, Dok. I even have to squint and concentrate when the 6 o clock news comes on.
