Seems like everyone is either sick, sad, depressed, anxious, lonely, bored, worried, or a combination of those lately. Including me. What a crappy month this has been. I’m thinking maybe it has something to do with these mild winters – they don’t allow you to hunker down and ride it out, and thus enjoy the hell out of it when it goes away. It’s just a big grey expanse.
If it keeps going like this, pretty soon we’re going to be living in Waterworld, and we’ll have to have Kevin Costner tell us what to do. Which is something to be depressed about, as if we needed anything more.
Is this bimbette serious or has the Prozac been cut with inositol in this country? We’ve had a full month since that crappy Stuporbowl, is that bad? Another month without a Gary Condit story in the mess media is far from horrible. Plus many new corrupt corporations have turned into bankrupt fodder for our mobic delights. I just think this endocrine nightmare is a seasonal date-from-Hades, who probably laments the death of small bugs when she feeds her one lonely goldfish in its one lonely mayonnaise in the seven-by-twelve trailer at the Journey’s End rest home somewhere in deserted outskirts of a Montana compound. Do the species a favor, okay Happy,and try apple bobbing behind a hydroplane or maybe just a kinda stay-at-home type self-castration, you know, with dad’s portable speed drill and bath towel in the teeth — okay pumpkin? And then take your iron coffin with the deep dark emotional pit, from which no light may ever tunnel free, off the back of the rest of us. Do that for us? And maybe — just maybe — springtime will come earlier for all of us.
Grow some balls and at least sign your real name if you’re going to flame someone’s weblog post, you spineless hunk of shit.
I have a major case of weblog rage now after that anonymous post. I really want to hunt down that person and beat him senseless with a bag of onions. He/she clearly tries to demonstrate intelligence through the use of words, very hurtful angry words. Very dark, disturbed and filled with hate…or as Xkot put it, a spineless hunk of shit. Period.
what the hell was that all about? you have any dis-gruntled co-workers, or friends you’ve pissed off lately Adam? geez “St. John’s Wort”, grab a mitt & catch a clue…