The fucking ‘Zone’. All of you are trying to be in it. All of you are being dicks about it.
Normally we are a fun group, normally things are hunky-dory and we have a great time hanging out. But this seems to happen at least once a year. All of you want to go into The Zone.
I know you all want it. I know there can only be one. I don’t know why this means you have to all be dickheads in your own private fucking Zone.
The Zone. The goddamn Zone. Get out of the Zone. The Zone is for loading and unloading only. There is no Zone. I wish there was some goddamn Twilight in your fucking Zone. Take your Zone and shove it. Frankie says "Fuck the Zone’. Please be too sexy for your Zone, for once. Don’t Zone if you want to. Red Zone, Blue Zone, Go Dog Go.
I don’t know what the hell he’s bitchin’ about. I like the FM radio feature, myself, 30 gigs is one hell of a lot of music(but the 80 gigger would have been sweet, I admit), and I like the fact that I can share music with my friends.
And what’s more, I love independently published periodicals. Sure, they can be cheesy, pretentious, and artsy-fartsy, but at least they’re trying to be creative.
While we’re at it, can everyone get out of ‘space’ as well? This person is in a good space, that company is in a competitive space… there isn’t enough space for all of us to be in a space. You can try being in a ‘mood’ or a ‘market’ or a ‘situation’ though.
Based on your advice, I just took exit 32S off the Highway to the Danger Zone. I’m currently on a frontage road that leads only to local streets. Now what?