Two—I can’t stop listening to this song. Perhaps this may have something to do with the depression. And yes, I do know this may be the one of the gayest and most annoying videos we’ve all witnessed, but that just adds to the angsty goodness of the current ennui…
I’m a little depressed…again.
Perhaps more on this later when I am better able to form some cohesive thoughts around my murky emotions. I’m not really too concerned because I feel like it’s my duty to walk around in a dark mood once a month or so. It makes me feel deeper than I am, justifies the constant black clothing choices and I’ll probably get a decent poem out of it. Also, I know myself well enough now to know I’ll snap out of it in a day or two and be back to dancing for the pets with a beer in my hand.
Two things to leave you with today:
One—Sarah Silverman. Am I the only person who thinks she is never funny? Why is she suddenly being shoved down my throat all day long? I demand a recount!