I often wish I could be there to witness the point at which some people realize they are completely boring and everything mtv had hoped they would be. “let’s go to the club tonight” might as well be a mantra for the mindless, top-40′s-listening, abercrombie-wearing, burger-king-consuming wind bags of America. I guess I should be considering a different field than graphic design (possibly advertising) as I will eventually get to the point where I must design something with this sort of demographic in mind (I am not naive enough to believe that everything I will have to design will be hip and for people I can connect with) and I will have to study their habits potentially and start busting out the urban font types, spray paint splatters and dirty french curves; all while wanting to set every single one of them on fire with a can of gasoline and a cigarette. I wouldn’t have such animosity towards such folk but they’ve manage to infiltrate the environments in which I am supposed to be learning how to trick these assholes into buying something they don’t need. However, I know that soon enough they won’t make it past quarter five or six hopefully, otherwise I will have to invest some money into buying gas cans…