I'm not depressed...
I'm BORED. Bored with the news, bored with reality television, bored with what's outside of my window, bored with my wardrobe, bored with my books, bored with conversation. I'm bored with other people's problems because they're all just recycled versions of the same old crap. It's all so boring, I don't even realize when I've managed to avoid human contact for almost 48 hours.
I can't even say, "it's not you, it's me." Because it might be you. But considering that I'm also bored with the sound of my own thoughts, what's left?
Yaw-haw-haw-haw-HAWN.
KLo, TOTALLY know what you mean. Why aren't the two of us still having hilarious running commentary? xo babe
ReplyDeleteI could send you a really non-boring photo of my foot. That might evoke at least some sort of immediate and unambiguous response. Monday would have been better though- it was all black.
ReplyDeleteAnd you don't know bored until you can't walk and Fat Roy hasn't hooked up yhour cable, and all the smutty books are read and you can't drive and your boyfriend is too busy to shag you. Times are hard, man. And being a gimp sucks.
-Jem
I think it's going around...we're all bored.
ReplyDeleteYou could have your new parrot leave menacing messages on John G. Altman's machine... that could be entertaining!
ReplyDeleteI have to tell you, the parrot ended my streak of boredom. You have to meet this little guy. His eyes turn red and I hear the scary Damien music from The Omen. Eeeeevil.
ReplyDeleteI'm naming him Karen, even though it's a girl's name. It just seems to fit.
And Mandaz, thanks for the words of encouragement. I don't know if I should be more worried about the sick sad world song lyrics, or the fact that you're leaving comments on my blog at 2, 3, 4 and 5 in the morning when you're supposed to be getting up to go to school at 6.
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