Hope I Die Before I Get Old

Seriously. Today, I sat round thinking about how much of a fucking bastard i'd become if I grew old. I'm already angry as hell about pretty much everything. Rae and Nat can pretty much testify to that. I sit around bagging out some new trend or fad that has no obvious worth, a product that does nothing or criticizing almost everything that walks past. If I'm already this angry, and if my anger only intensifies exponentially as I grow old, I'll probably end up as one the meanest motherfucking geriatrics that ever walked the Earth. By that time I'll be in my hoverchair™ that speaks three variants of Ching-lese, Engrish and Hindi (stay tuned for that one, folks.) so how bad could it theoretically be? Probably really shit, knowing my view of the world.