inside this life

was taking a tag off a piece of jewelry i bought at forever 21 today, and i thought back to the cashier girl (young, overdone, to no avail) saying by rote, "..but all jewelry sales are final." and it actually made me smile. oh, the freedom of knowing that i don't have the freedom to return something. i'm stuck with it! forever!! this $4.50 necklace - i made a decision, and now i have to live with it! for eternity!

oh, humanity, and your everlasting quest for freedom. don't you know that you are always undermined by a perpetual state of no freedom at all.

wait, did i just attempt to relate a XXI purchase with metaphysics?

hm, kind of, huh? interesting.

by the way, i am intrigued by jersey shore as much as the next slug, but why on earth did they get to go to the grammy's?? not fair. would have enjoyed hearing drake, eminem & lil wayne without the censor ax. ..not sure what the big deal about that is anyway. "i stuck my d-ck inside this life until that b-tch came." what's wrong with that? kind of clever. "you're such a f-cking loser." that's just an honest expression of emotion. (and, yes, i did look up the lyrics, and yes, Eminem can rap faster than i can read. i appreciate that.)

finally, in other random things I can come

up with to say, Roger Federer

continues to machete through Americans, Serbs, Argentines, Swedes, Spaniards, French, and - even - Englishmen without any hint of discrimination whatsoever in his conquest to take over the world with a tennis racquet and floppy hair. Off with your heads, measly plebes!