Unfortunately, I'm going to miss the chat again this year, but I'll be there in spirit. I'm going to introduce my boyfriend to the Mouse. His tastes are more mainstream than mine, so I'm not totally optimistic that he'll like it, but either way I'll be watching and contemplating the significance of radar and quaznid.
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a **beast** big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of **beast** fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the **beast** you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing **beast** junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, **beast** up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else.