Today’s Mood
The pregnant lady would like to kindly tell everyone to go fuck themselves if they want something from her. Between the pinched nerves that make her right leg hurt no matter what, the backache, the fatigue, and the overall feeling like she’d been beaten with a hot sack of nickels, she really doesn’t care about your pain or your work deadlines.
Thank you.
September 22nd, 2005 at 11:40 am
But my pain is so much greater than yours!
September 22nd, 2005 at 12:41 pm
Butt pain? I got this case a shibbledy-shakes in my right toe every now and then. Oh yeah- fuck those deadlines!
September 23rd, 2005 at 12:58 pm
Which is the greater pain, that of existence or that which arise as a result of existence? I think me & Smokey wrote a song about it, wanna hear it?
September 23rd, 2005 at 3:43 pm
I know what’s giving me pain right now…..
September 23rd, 2005 at 5:40 pm
Methinks we did write that song. Goes like this:
Well I left with a hole in my pocket
Where my money used to be
Wonder where it got to
I’ve got a hole in my heart
And it doesn’t really feel
The way it ought to
I appreciate the time you spend
Tying up all of my loose ends
But it wouldn’t mean as much to me
As if you told me you believe me
Don’t believe in we
Til you believe in me
ad nauseam
Oh wait, that wasn’t it. And I didn’t write any of that.
September 25th, 2005 at 5:56 pm
Ah, but you still remember it all these years later. Says something, I reckon. Not sure what…
September 26th, 2005 at 11:54 am
I’ll tell you what it says: I’ve been in AGONY for years!