Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure-wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
- ?¢?í?† from Trainspotting by John Hodge.
I (we) started the flat hunt today. If anyone knows anything about renting in Edinburgh (that does not inculde bashing the English or phrases like “its so expensive”) get in touch. Back to work. Why I chose to mark such a milestone with such a wonderfully dour quote is open for interpretation- but when I think Edinburgh, I think Ewan McGregor running for his life. #
don’t go to BLOODY EDINBURGH, you pair of contrary twats.