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After working up the courage to go swimming in the apartment pool these last couple days, I've procured a royal sunburn. Gee whiz, I was so out of practice swimming that I completely forgot sunblock. Ow. Smiling hurts. Then again, it usually does, but in a more metaphorical "I don't want to give you the impression that I like you" sort of way.
Those bastard geniuses. If they leave their team member behind...ugh, I'll be so annoyed. They're selfish, pompous little pricks. What kind of jackasses pick someone with asthma to go on an Indiana Jones-type adventure and then get pissy when he can't do some of the activities?
I really like the Air Force team, and Miss USA. But I also like the Southie Boys; it's an unhealthy love. >:D
Oddly, I miss the Wild Hanlons. They added that flavorful dash of redneck that spices any show with entertainment.
I think I'm a little depressed. The fact that I do have issues with depression really comes to light when things in my life are going quite well. Everyone gets dreary when the shit hits the fan, but I continue to feel that way when the situation abates. More acurately, I feel the depression even stronger when things go my way because I sit here and think "Why am I not happy?" Hm. And yet I refuse to take medication for it. I should. I tell other people that they should. Chemical imbalance and all that. I believe in that utterly, but I just won't for myself. I think I may just be afraid of being happy. I wouldn't know what to think about.
Ha, that sounded more weepy than I am. Just sending the musing out into the ether. Fortunately I am currently amused watching Laurence Fishburne prance around as Cowboy Carl on Pee Wee's Playhouse.
Those bastard geniuses. If they leave their team member behind...ugh, I'll be so annoyed. They're selfish, pompous little pricks. What kind of jackasses pick someone with asthma to go on an Indiana Jones-type adventure and then get pissy when he can't do some of the activities?
I really like the Air Force team, and Miss USA. But I also like the Southie Boys; it's an unhealthy love. >:D
Oddly, I miss the Wild Hanlons. They added that flavorful dash of redneck that spices any show with entertainment.
I think I'm a little depressed. The fact that I do have issues with depression really comes to light when things in my life are going quite well. Everyone gets dreary when the shit hits the fan, but I continue to feel that way when the situation abates. More acurately, I feel the depression even stronger when things go my way because I sit here and think "Why am I not happy?" Hm. And yet I refuse to take medication for it. I should. I tell other people that they should. Chemical imbalance and all that. I believe in that utterly, but I just won't for myself. I think I may just be afraid of being happy. I wouldn't know what to think about.
Ha, that sounded more weepy than I am. Just sending the musing out into the ether. Fortunately I am currently amused watching Laurence Fishburne prance around as Cowboy Carl on Pee Wee's Playhouse.