Friday, February 13, 2009

Train Journeys

I'm trapped on a train coming home from Melbourne. I'm listening to the desperate needy 20 year olds, conversing at the top of there voices and hoping the entire train thinks they are cool. Unfortunately they are not cool, nor hot, but they are twats. They say like every second word, soooo every third, and they are driving me insane. I cant stand their unimaginative, crap. I'm putting the head phones on.


  1. Ah yes, the youth believe that we are all just extras in the reality show of their life.