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I want to revolt. My dear mom passed an apartment to me that I share with my beautiful girlfriend. She’s got big tits and studies art. I also go to a prestigious school. I got in right after high school, and all my friends are jealous. When I was 19 I made more money than my aunt with her three university degrees, but I wasn’t working a whole lot. I work for a webzine that’s doing pretty well. I cover New Media, sort of.
I fulfilled my dream and bought myself a VW camper. Sometimes when I get bored, I get myself weird haircuts and buy some tasteless clothing second hand. I wear huge sunglasses and feel real cool. I’m off to Norway this summer, and I’ll take on a residency somewhere far away in the future. I got some gaps in my schooling, but I cover that up pretty good. I don’t do hard drugs, cause I don’t want to screw myself up, and I caress girls at dance-parties. I can’t stand the Czech attitude to many things, but I can’t seem get away from it either. I got nothing against politics—as long as I have food and freedom to be free. Starving children are elsewhere and I don’t keep a diary. I can speak with all sorts of people and despise them at the same time. I have high speed internet so I’m never bored. I am a chauvinist, but I can be sensitive and nice if I want to. I do colored pictures, but not so trendy to seem like I’m above it all, and I shop in Ikea. Now I’m lying “sick” in my bed (from Ikea), because I overdid yesterday’s party. I’m writing this peace of crap, which should be my school presentation, for a “conceptual video,” and I know that I can defend it even though it was due months ago. It’s Saturday, somewhere in the middle of March, lunchtime. I’m listening to electronic music, I’m going to eat something and fall asleep again. It’s time to revolt. Ha ha ha.
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