I definitely smell the roses and appreciate what I have. A beautiful woman loves me, I have a nice flat, my dick works, etc. What's going on now is uniquely heinous, to me, anyway. Only ECT was worse, back about 6 years ago.
They told me that I have an "impressive IQ" and "unique insight" into my illness, during my assessment this week. That's very flattering, and even provides a boost in mood for a short period. Compliments like that are efficacious. But my accidental high IQ will not do a thing for me if I'm in jail for telling a cop to "get started" on his "daily donut quota." And I'm doing property damage. And tearing my clothes off in the street.
I'm starting to think that I'm really, barking mad. I'm not fond of the label, or the feeling.
And do accept my apology. Making fun of an avatar is ridiculously aggressive and odd. But I'm not playing a part, or trying to act like anyone. Life is just beating the shit out of me.
Nobody wants to hear whining, though, so I apologize.
Hunter S. Thompson? No way. It's much closer to a Kurt Vonnegut. I'm a socialist, atheist, suicidal weirdo right out of Thank You, Mr. Rosewater. And there is fucking nobody like me, not even that vastly over-rated Hunter S. Thompson, the wonderful Kurt Vonnegut, Joseph Heller, or whomever.
I'm a very strange person, that's finally been made clear to me. And I've heard shit over the past week that make me think that I may really be a unique little snowflake. A pathetic little snowflake.
Avatar all about the activity not the movie mon ami...it just looks cool. So before you go feeling all superior on me why not come out into the light and give exercise a try and cool it on the Hunter S. Thompson fear and loathing routine (drugs, OD, Loony Bin, get better, vote now right here on this site!)
People seem to genuinely care for you on here. Take that as a positive, get out and smell the roses (or the surf for that matter). I'm just here to have fun.
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The line"I automatically feel superior to people who idolize the Silver Surfer." is the funniest and smartest thing I've ever heard you say here.
The troubled smart guy thing is nothing new or original. It is an easy out though.
It's almost always much worse than you think.
Word. I think he "thumbs-down'd" you. *tear*
I definitely smell the roses and appreciate what I have. A beautiful woman loves me, I have a nice flat, my dick works, etc. What's going on now is uniquely heinous, to me, anyway. Only ECT was worse, back about 6 years ago.
They told me that I have an "impressive IQ" and "unique insight" into my illness, during my assessment this week. That's very flattering, and even provides a boost in mood for a short period. Compliments like that are efficacious. But my accidental high IQ will not do a thing for me if I'm in jail for telling a cop to "get started" on his "daily donut quota." And I'm doing property damage. And tearing my clothes off in the street.
I'm starting to think that I'm really, barking mad. I'm not fond of the label, or the feeling.
Apology accepted. Smell the roses blood. Its never as bad as you think.
And do accept my apology. Making fun of an avatar is ridiculously aggressive and odd. But I'm not playing a part, or trying to act like anyone. Life is just beating the shit out of me.
Nobody wants to hear whining, though, so I apologize.
Hunter S. Thompson? No way. It's much closer to a Kurt Vonnegut. I'm a socialist, atheist, suicidal weirdo right out of Thank You, Mr. Rosewater. And there is fucking nobody like me, not even that vastly over-rated Hunter S. Thompson, the wonderful Kurt Vonnegut, Joseph Heller, or whomever.
I'm a very strange person, that's finally been made clear to me. And I've heard shit over the past week that make me think that I may really be a unique little snowflake. A pathetic little snowflake.
Make it witty, sugar.
Avatar all about the activity not the movie mon ami...it just looks cool. So before you go feeling all superior on me why not come out into the light and give exercise a try and cool it on the Hunter S. Thompson fear and loathing routine (drugs, OD, Loony Bin, get better, vote now right here on this site!)
People seem to genuinely care for you on here. Take that as a positive, get out and smell the roses (or the surf for that matter). I'm just here to have fun.
And this guy picked the Silver Surfer as his avatar, the lamest movie creation since Jar Jar Binks.
The Fantastic Four movies are visual diarrhea... sloppy, uncontrollable messes.
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