Vague Insanty 021

It's not like I even live in some kind of cool dystopia urban war zone. I just sort of get by, living in this cruddy, 900 year old town with stone buildings and a funny smell.

I went to the shops yesterday and saw Billie Piper on the cover of "Sex Magazine". So I got it and, of course, there is not ONE damned picture of her. No blurry paparazzi beach holiday pic, or even some clean, morally acceptable hi-res photo that I can ogle. The people at Sex Magazine are bad liars.

If I did live in some mega-corrupt ultra-violent fantasy kingdom of doom, they'd be the first I'd kill for gasoline. Bastards.

I know that I'm just going through the motions in this strange little cloudy place, and it's not too bad. It's a good excuse to get drunk on lots of pints of whiskey. But it lacks that certain big world, ultra-modern, coolness that I enjoy in a place.

It's not really 1248 here, but it's hard to believe that it's the 21st century. Just sort of like, everything is crap, and everything is closed, and everything is broken, and even Sex Magazine doesn't have any hot, naked women in it, even though it's cover totally promises that.

It's just the pattern of my life.

How many times have I been promised hot, naked, sexy, lusty women and then just got pictures of crappy robots instead.

It's my destiny.