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Oh my God, it’s true – I’m a complete Gen Y fucker.

Digitally multi-tasking, no concept of time, real time, you know? Real, real, real long and boring time. All sucked up into the vortex of this computing machine. Fark! Sentence fragments. Fark!

LOLZ.

Aaaaargh.

I axed my facebook account because it makes me not-friendly, as in, I don’t see my friends so much because we see each other on The Internet.

This is major scatter-brained journal entry time right now, bizatches! Because I am zombified by this realisation that yes, I totally am, I totally am a Gen Y fucker! And it sucks! It is the crappest kind of generational fucker to be! I’d rather be an old racist set-in-their-ways (not to judge WINK) than be this sort of scatterbrained, unconstrainedbrained short attention spanned little cyborg brat!

LOLZ.

Fark.

So: reality. How intimate are sexual health examinations? I quite like them, though, it makes me feel like a responsible fucker, a responsible Gen Y fucker. They take my blood, they take my “poon-juice” they take my sexual history. They can even give ya throat swab if ya want! If ya got site-specific sexy concerns. Har har.

LOLZ.

Fark.

Tweet.

Someone once said something like lying to doctors is an art form. Ha ha. I like the way this idea is handled in ‘White Noise’. The more lies one tells the doctor, the more life, or – more to the point – the less death, one receives.

I have been thoroughly enjoying Richard Ford lately. The way he treats his characters – with deep compassion, understanding and patience, reminds me to keep in mind that us folk are all vulnerable in our own unique ways, and very few people are actually bad, as in, they perform conscious malicious acts. This is a very nice thing. Sometimes my Gen Y-ness gets me feeling detached from humanity and I exist too much in ideas and concepts and dreams to sort of be reminded that I am not the centre of the entire stratosphere and to just chill the fuck out.

LOLZ.

Fark.

Twit.

However, it is definitely time to take up meditation so I can tolerate my current environment with a clearer head, medicate some of these Gen Y symptoms with peace and tranquility and clarity and patience and get on writing something as extensive and beautiful and compassionate as anything Richard Ford can ever write. I started by totally Feng Shui-ing my computer folders and getting rid of some old negative Qi – old fucking wasteful Microsoft Word documents that would make any human being with the ability to read English wish to hang himself with a rubber hose.

LOLZ FARK

WHAT THE FUCK AM I TALKING ABOUT?

I don’t really care right now. Brainallblurredup.

xx