When the Black Dog comes over,

[opabinia]

this is what happens in my head: I get down on myself, and I feel deeply sickened by the way things work (socially/politically/economically speaking) in general. That's all the detail I want to spill, lest I accidentally nudge myself into feeling like crap right now.

On a related note, I'm weary from job searching. Too much negative feedback (in the form of silence). Time to slip into a holding pattern.

Comments

[locriansax.livejournal.com]

Come, let us fight the wicked windmills together.

I hope things get better for you soon. I know what your above mentioned statements are like.

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

Come, let us fight the wicked windmills together.

I'm seriously.

[sbazzy.livejournal.com]

would alcohol help? your gf could buy you a drink. or two. and you could spend the evening with her. and she might even wear stripy socks and her new silly hat.

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

Crap! I just got this, and I'm doing laundry already. I'll certainly take a rain check. And don't worry: I don't feel bad today. I was just following a trend begun by someone else who described where their head goes when it breaks.

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

PS:

she might even wear stripy socks and her new silly hat.

*swoon*

[atalanta.livejournal.com]

hey, what a happy new meme!

paste this into YOUR journal and spread it around: where does YOUR head go when it breaks?

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

Someone tell Quizilla, or whatever that fucktastic thing is.

quizilla

[bottleimp.livejournal.com]

NO way. The secret of my homicidal rage is Friends-only.