So I just got back from the annual, and huge party that is the Tim 2-4, and I am racking my drunk mind trying to remember that I had a good time, but for some reason I feel incredibly depressed. After an xecellent party inhabited by people yuo haven't seen in forver is it natuarll to feel that life is absolutely wortheless?
I relaise this feeling coulf be a symptom of the alcohol that is a depressant, but I'm terrifed of the possibility that maybe I'm, going to fall into the same kond of deoression that destoryed me last year. I'd going to stop before I fo too far.
Keep on trangling, (bitches)
Anthony
P.S. You don't always have to fuck her hard
P.P,S Ryan, I'm osrry I made you dance whne you could barley stand, and I had nothing to do with the cake in the face.
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In fact sometimes, trhat's not right to do.
Don'rt be depressed you are my friend!
I secreytly always wanted to be ina fraternty. shhh,. don't tell.
David cARUSO rules!
NO HE sucsk.
I think I need to open Ubermilf's Home for Wayward Boys to take care of all you people.
If it helps I went home with the same feeling...
Nick: Thanks for the self esteem bolstering. I think it helped, or maybe my blood alcohol level is lower now.
Ubie- Will the Home for Wayward Boys have blueberry pancakes and allow me to wear silly hats?
Dianna- I think maybe there was something in the air. A lot of people seemed to be assy moods by the end of the night.
I second the pancakes question.
What? You don't support a man's unalienable right to wear silly hats?
My bad. I thought it went without saying that there would be silly hats involved. (and maybe walks if we're lucky)
I mean, I'm wearing a trojan helmet for God's sake.
Of course, blueberry pancakes. And unconditional love and support, which includes silly hats, walks, hobbies, movie choices -- everything.
I will be a refuge against the cold cruel world.
P.S. -- Antonio: what does "barley stand" mean? Is that a Canadian side dish?
uh... yes. It is.
when are you going to put up the pictures? Where they good?
It's called ennui....
http://ennuipalooza.blogspot.com/
Dianna- I shall post pictures when I get off my lazy ass and do it.
Undie- It most certainly is.
i think only the isolation that is a-house residence could facilitate you sliding back into the depression. when i left glendon, i was on celexa for six months and really the only thing that snapped me out of it was when the shrink that i worked for as a receptionist killed himself.
so cheer up. unless you're thinking about stabbing yourself to death in your 1.2 mill summerhill mansion, then you're doing better than some :)
I find that at least one cooter punch a day keeps the blues away. Could be a symptom of the problem but hey im no scientologist.
alcohol just emphasises stuff. don't panic.
unless you want to... in which case, feel free.
Do not try to figure out life and its many intricacies when you are in a drunken stupor. It will only lead to massive anxiety and excess vomiting. Could also bring on the dreaded butt-dribbles.
butt-dribbles and cooter punches. Is this what we have been reduced to talking about. I remember a time whe we talked about the socio-economic ramifications of Social Security and we discussed Ron English's art and drank mint juleps.
You forgot the heated discussion about Nieszche's philosophy. Or how to spell the asshole's name. I guess it's Nietszche. I think. Whatever.
I hate that guy.
Nick... uh... I don't recall any conversations, or drinks, like that.
I don't remember talking about that stuff either, but I'm fairly new here. I will make every effort not to offend anyone's delicate sensibilities again.
Boogerheads.
Brooke I'm new too. So I guess it' possible these conversations happened, but certainly not here.
You were gone that day Anthony.
Did anyone ever read The Great Gatsby and afterwards think: "Goddamn I want a mint julep."
I read it and thought "Goddamn I want to know what a mint julep is."
Sometimes it seems I don't know what anything is.
You know, Loz, they have this new fangled invention called the Intertron. It contains a vast amount of information ranging from turkey's to Holland. I'm sure it has something regarding Mint Juleps.
Nick, be nice to the ladies or you won't be welcome at the Home for Wayward Boys.
We will have Pie Night, you know. But that's okay; I'm sure Anthony will eat your piece. He needs to bulk up anyway.
That all-heroin diet he's on has done wonders for his figure.
His black and white hat make us think that he is actually a penguin. We will have to confer with the elders.
Ubie do I have to eat two pieces of pie? So much chewing...
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