What's your mood at this moment?

4am, awake, going through all the failures of my life in my head. Why is it always the failures and never the successes that pop into my head in the middle of the night? Okay, not always failures, sometimes crippling anxiety too.
 
4am, awake, going through all the failures of my life in my head. Why is it always the failures and never the successes that pop into my head in the middle of the night? Okay, not always failures, sometimes crippling anxiety too.
❤️

Vargtimmen, Bergman used to call it. Rarely a time for pretty thoughts.
 
4am, awake, going through all the failures of my life in my head. Why is it always the failures and never the successes that pop into my head in the middle of the night? Okay, not always failures, sometimes crippling anxiety too.
Sadly, we are defined, while living, by our fuckups. We have to wait for our eulogies for absolution.
 
4am, awake, going through all the failures of my life in my head. Why is it always the failures and never the successes that pop into my head in the middle of the night? Okay, not always failures, sometimes crippling anxiety too.
as Willy sings -
Remember the good times
They're smaller in number and easier to recall
Don't spend too much time on the bad times
Their staggering number will be heavy as lead on your mind


If it were only that easy... *sigh*
 
Was re-reading the entire Dresden Files for... maybe the fourth time since Battle Ground was released and hit chapter twenty-two. Yeah, that particular chapter is still like a steam-roller splattering my heart. (if ya know, ya know. Don't want to spoil it for anyone who cares but hasn't gotten that far yet.)

So, I set the book aside for a moment and came on Lit. 'Cause, as Bob the Skull might say, "Boobs."

And wouldn't you fuckin' know that a certain someone who I won't embarrass by naming names had her tits out for about sixty seconds in what she swears will be the only time ever topless selfie, and I fuckin' missed it! (Again, if ya know, ya know.)

https://media.giphy.com/media/g0glUqlBU4M2PGbS7s/giphy.gif

*sigh*

Ah, well. I'll just chalk that up as Dresden covering my eyes as he did Bob's a time or two.

Which, if ya think about, is kind of ironic really. That boobs are the kryptonite of a spirit of intellect and heartache equally.

So, yeah... my current mood can probably best be described as;

http://www.funnymonkeysite.com/pictures/Some_Thinking.jpg
 
You know that feeling, like you are about to sneeze, and you feel it building up and building up but you just can't quite get it out? Like you desparatly want to sneeze, it's building up and keeps building up and you want to let it rip so bad but it just won't come, and when you finally do sneeze, it just about rips your head off; your head just literally explodes, flaming mucus everywhere, setting off car alarms nearby?

I had one of those utter face ripping, tissue shredding nosegasms a moment ago. I can practically still feel the smoke blowing out of my nose. (I don't smoke.)
 
Did ya ever have one of those days where you wonder if you are the only person in the whole world who sets their volume control by the Fibonacci Sequence?
 
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