If you can't say anything nice come sit here by me.
But we love you!!!!! Or are you saying you feel like a gay man in big glasses and a loud shirt?
Now that I think about it, I have been feeling a lot like Charles Nelson Riley -- that is, dead.
I've got some W, trypto and tree bark in my car. Wanna snort some with me? Then we'll be flying high, baby!
Its all the pressure to be happy this time of year. Makes me want to poke people in the eye with a scalpel.Merry FUCK YOU. Be up OFF ME already. *takes Xanax*
Wait, you're telling me that even campy 70's television stars get the blues?
That's exactly how I felt about my Christmas bonus today. I almost wrote that word, too.
Well, you're in good company darlin'!Or, I'm in good company... oh you know what I mean.
Mister U- sounds good. My brain chemicals and I await you.SG- some Xanax would probably do me well. Can I haz some?Mish- yes.Blowing Shit Up- it is extremely descriptive for only having three letters.D.prince- I guess it's going around.
There's always that feeling that you're immortalized in a song by the Dead Milkmen as well (like Mr. Nelson Reilly).
that note that charles nelson reilly is holding is missing a "t" before the "h".
Bumble- the only thing better than that might be to be immortalized in a song by Fergie Ferg. PK- meth is for the white trash. Classy broads liike me prefer to abuse Adderall.
blowing up shit w/gas - be grateful you got a christmas bonus. Working at a hospital, I never will. Pru - CNR as your own personal spokesperson... I like it!
I feel the same, Pru. I feel the same.Sorry, no trying-to-be-funny comments from me today.
LA- I've never had a xmas bonus either. BB- you are always funny girl. Wanna trade lives? That would probably cure us both of the mehs. For a few days anyway.
I think that guy lives in the creek near my apartment. He sits down there all day with an old typewriter, talking about how his novel is going to make him rich and famous. I don't think he realizes his typewriter is just an old calculator and what he's written so far is just 700 pages of words you can spell with 8s, 4s, 5s, 0s, 7s, and 1s. My favorite chapters thus far: "hell," “hello,” "Boob," and "Boobs." His awesome glasses only enhance his artistic genius.
How sad that I remember that show.
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