Can't Afford & Radio Radio

I'm tired of being in debt for stupid reasons. I'm tired of not being able to afford the things I want to eat. I want to buy soy milk without being told it's an unecessary extra. Cow milk makes me sick. So I want soy milk for my damn cereal. Why should I feel guilty about buying soy milk? Milk is so expensive here in Newfoundland the soy milk prices look reasonable. Soy milk tastes a lot better too. I can barely drink glass of cow milk, all I can taste is the way a cow smells. Which is not appetising.

On to the radio. I don't like to listen to the radio. They mix one or two good songs in with an hour of crap which will be on the adult easy listening station in a couple years. I can't stand pop sex tart drivel either. Bunch of female artists all trying to outdo each other with how much cheesy cheap sexuality they can slather on. It's about as appealing as a big mug of boiling hot mayonnaise speckled with earwigs.

This recent revival of trash rock is also annoying. "Oh yeah, the whole good ol' rock 'n roll lifestyle is where it's at, man! Shitty clothes, tattoos, drugs, groupies, alcoholism, rock on! Ripped jeans and a leather jacket mean I am a big rebel! Lookee here I'm wearing a t-shirt with a skull on it, I'm cool! I also gots a motorcycle and it make loud vroom vroom noises!" As far as I knew, this stuff was only cool for carnies from backwater rural areas. You know, those towns where you step in and you swear it's still 1983? Yikes. Then there's also the heavily inset sexism with the whole thing, strippers, groupies, and whores being clingers-on to a band but never makers of music themselves. Out with souls and minds, in with the plastic tits and peroxide. Which corporate marketing group decided this stale old cliche was the new hot thing?

Also, I hate mindless party music. I hate mindless partying. Getting drunk and jumping around like a bunch of lower level primates looks completely stupid. Yeah, yeah, you're just enjoying yourself. Well, it bores me either to sleep or into a mood where I feel like breaking stuff. I like things which mean something and have a purpose. There must be something wrong with me.