Sorry for the lack of posting. I seem to be suffering from an excess of the black bile lately. It's probably due to the holiday season. I always feel a bit down this time of year. It's like the misery that I stuff down all year suddenly pops up in my face, like some lame, emo jack-in-the-box and I have a hard time shoving it back in.
Don't worry, Cousin Balki's friend Bryce and I have a plan. We are going to cut ourselves and listen to mY cheMicAL roMaNcE until our humours are back in balance.
If that doesn't work, maybe I'll just add some Zoloft to my daily pharmaceuticals.
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Make sure to tell him it's "Down the street, not across the tracks."
I'd hate to see the poor he-she blow the job and wind up back in the institution again.
I'm sorry you've been feeling down. Have you seen pics of Nicholas Cage's goth son? That should lift your spirits when you dissolve into fits of laughter.
Is goth still even in? Are the kids today too lazy to come up with their own plan for freaking out their parents?
here's a highbrow joke to cheer you up.
Pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel taped to his crotch. Bartender says "hey, did you realize you have a steering wheel taped to your crotch?". Pirate says "Arrrr, its drivin' me nuts !!!"
Hold on, I'm on my way down (it's warmer in TN, right?)
You may be feeling down, but you haven't ceased to crack me up. The way you typed 'mY cheMicAL roMaNcE' is FULARIOUS!
Just remember that annoying fucking cliche that 'this too shall pass'. {{{HUG}}}
Brendalove stole my comment about Nic Cage's son.
Prunella - I hope your darkness breaks soon. When my father was ill, my sister and I used to call cookie dough "Zoloft."
Wickedweasel.com. It cheers me up.
At least My Chemical Romance is only pretend emo goth stuff - stay away from Joy Division or you'll be standing on ice blocks with the dog already hanging from the ceiling.
Hope it's a better one for you.
Black bile?
Could be worse. You could be Phlegmatic.
Have you considered applying leeches?
My brain wigged out upon reading that. I forgot about actual "jack in the boxes" (or is it "jacks in the box"?) and pictured the crappy fast food restaurant called Jack-in-the-Box instead. I then spent about 10 seconds figuring out how a restaurant (even a crappy one) could be labeled emo. Hopefully, the above story will make you feel better. At least your brain works.
sounds to me like you have a chemical romance of your own going on, since most of your recent posts are pharmaceutically-related.
not that there's anything wrong with that.
I have a good antidepressant off the market…call me…
I hope you feel better soon..I've had my own stuff going on lately too and lost my sense of fun and humour for a while. I felt so angry at everything.
Mine always passes, and I hope yours will too.
Your poem to mr underhill was wonderful by the way, very very funny and clever!!
In the immortal words of tiny tim, right?!
This is a horrible time of year for many of us. We become misfits. Like the toys from Santas' workshop that aren't just perfect.We are no longer part of of couple, we may have lost loved ones that we missed more during this season, maybe our loved ones are away. Maybe we are struggling to make our schedules work with in laws or estranged children or even worse step children. It can be a wretched season.
Try to find some comfort and joy during the season even if you have to sing...out loud...on a boat...nude.
My boyfriend senior year in high school(who was really hot, yet very troubled) was called the Goth Father, b/c for the first two years of h.s., he was very, very goth. He cleaned up his act (he did still sport black nails and eyeliner occasionally, but he was sooo pretty. Think Hayden Christenson in "Life as a House").
Anywho...lots of little Goth Babies hung around us at lunch time.
Very, very strange, as I'm extremely vanilla...and desperate to see pics of Nic Cage's goth son...
Feel better, babe!
What the fuck is it about this time of year that is so ironical.
I mean this is supposed to be festive! and fun! yet most of us want to crawl into a hole and DIE.
Weird.
Seasonal affective disorder. Wellbutrin clears it right up, though, supposedly.
You ok, Pru?
I wonder if Prunella and Captain Smack are both dead after all.
I hope that u are feeling better.
Hey Pru,
I hope the darkness is starting to lift.
Love,
LA
Thanks for the comments. My death has not been verified, it's probably just Cotard's Syndrome.
Cousin Balki and I snorted some of your addies this morning but I left a tenspot in the bottle. I hope we're good.
I've been funneling Nyquil, myself, but so far the bile has not receded.
receded? receeded? I can't spell it. Anyway, I'm sick. And yet, I climbed from my deathbed to surf over here to see you.
Oh dahlin...I'm intrigued by your new little goth friend.
We didn't have goth in my day...we had "Dieter" from Saturday Night Live to identify with.
Would you like to touch MY monkey?
Hehehehhe - just kidding - YOU have the monkey. How is ol' Tucksworth!?
pru - how the hell are you? Just remember - your holidays could be worse - you could be spending them with my family!
I never fail to laugh when I see this picture, btw.
Reminds me of an awesome Altar song called "I Spit Black Bile on You," which is all about giving people shit, i.e., a hard time. I think, anyway. It could just be an unfortunate medical condition.
You know what you ought to do? Listen to Immolation and cut My Chemical Romance. I hate those guys. Nightwish sucks, too.
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