Your life is shitty, not mine, my dear...

Choose life
Choose a job
Choose a career
Choose a family
Choose a fucking big television
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance
Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments
Choose a starter home
Choose your friends
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Saturday morning
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing you last in a miserable home no more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself
Choose your future
Choose life
I chose not to choose life
I chose something else