Uhmm.. My dissertation proposal has to be handed in on the 22nd. That’s 10 days. Wanksocks. Not entirely sure where to start. Was thinking about writing something to do with the ethics (and the lack thereof) behind modern advertising. The industry’s lack of moral/ethical/environmental conscience. The fact that we’re just fuelling the globalisation machine, and subverting society’s consciousness into desiring the unattainable, whilst only making circumstances harder for others. Horrific international trade laws and all that…. Hmmm.. Yeah. Designers are bastards. No really, we fucking are. Think about it. Decided not so very long ago that I want to be one of the worst kind, too. Advertising is what i’m best at. SMTM*
New York T- 8 weeks, though. Can’t wait. Jen called me a couple of weeks ago to tell me that she’d had a permonition that we’re all gonna die. Followed up by a typically Phoebe from friends, ‘but hey, ignore me, i’m probably just being silly’. Heh.. But just incase, I want to leave my cd collection to my sis, my debts to my parents, my mac to my tech specialist boss, and suzii, my blow up doll to Paul Mosely.
And you’d all better be at my funeral. Or I will be haunting your ass.
*Show Me The Money.
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