I love death
Lodger's video and lyrics pretty much hit the spot: "a man can get a few dimes / a man can get it up few times". And that pretty much sums up the cyclical nature of the puny human life. You're born, grow up, have babies, work, take a piss ever so often - and then die. The End. Congratulations.
Of course, I doubt that Lodger has factored in frequent trips to the Caribbean into their somewhat morose equation. Which is where I'm heading in two months, for a month of sand, sea and completing a master's degree.
To be followed by babies, work, taking a piss ever so often, and then death. The End. Maybe my Caribbean 'fun in the sun' stint - and the inevitable sand in the vagina - is implicitly categorized under 'work', because God knows that desperately scraping it out isn't the sextravagnaza it's cracked up to be. But it's one way avoiding the other option of walking like you have an unruly invisible horse between your legs.
(somethingawful.com)But speaking of (hobby-) horses, pursuing those last Master's points means that I'm pretty much coming to an end of the whole degree thing at the university I'm attending. Which means that given that everything falls into place, I should by the end of it all have enough qualifications and fancy pieces of paper to land me a fine job pushing burgers at MacDonalds. But I still do believe that having and English Lit degree will mean having the upper hand while there, as I'll be able to conjugate my nouns into plural form. Which means that I'll be able to offer one customer more than one burger at a time.
And there's alot to be said for that, which I won't. Firstly because it's too damn depressing a thought in general, secondly because I have to run out and find an appropriately formed spatula for my upcoming
Ah, woe is me. You'll find me at the sun-screen section with a smile on my face and some spare "-s" or "-es" on my lips in preparation of lesser things to come.
