Okay, So I'm Panicking A Bit

8.18.2007
Ore : 3:27 PM

I can't do it anymore. I seriously think I'm going to crack. It's not the job, which is great. It's the grinding, incessant poverty. It's fucking killing me.

Just a venting post. Bad day, feeling very lost and alone right now. I'm just so depressed...

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Comments for Okay, So I'm Panicking A Bit
Wish I had some magic power to cheer you up, dearie. I hope things get better soon!

Speaking from experience, it's not the poverty, it's the grinding.

Bit, this should lift your spirits!

http://www.boingboing.net/2007/08/18/essay_im_the_proud_o.html

or at least help keep your spirits up.
  • Posted at 7:43 AM | By Anonymous mdhatter

yeah, linky no worky

so there

try that one
  • Posted at 7:44 AM | By Anonymous mdhatter

Damnit. I gotz no skilz.

Or someone is hiding something
  • Posted at 7:46 AM | By Anonymous mdhatter

WTF?

why is it redirecting my links back to here???

okay, last try for a worthy punchline

http://tinyurl.com/2fzgcn
  • Posted at 7:48 AM | By Anonymous mdhatter

Cheer up my friend, Armageddon is around the corner! Sorry, that probably didn't help...

I won't lie and tell you it's not crappy, but it will get better. You're a bright guy and things will work out for you. Hang in there, man.

Four words: Closeted Republican sugar daddy.

Seriously, hang in there.

Can we do anything for ya? Take you out- where the eff is fulsome- we're gonna feed you, dude.

Indeed, where the eff is fulsome?

What Brando said.

And practice smiling (when no one's feckin' lookin', so you don't hafta acknowledge how pathetic it is.) It produces happy juices naturally & w/o the expense of a dealer.

there with you, yo. it's just karma, man.

Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."

And he answered:

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

(The Prophet)

thinking about you, Teh, hoping you're doing better. Would some korean barbeque help?

Sorry you're having a rough time. Would some new porn cheer you up ?

I hope all's well. I will consume ramen in your name. And mine unfortunately.

*hug*

Would the resignation of Alberto Gonzales help?

Made my morning.

aw, pookey... do you want me to send more naked pics? I know it doesn't address the money sitch.

Dude, someone is offering Korean bbq? Take them up on it, seriously. Korean bbq will fix nearly anything.

I don't know enough about your situation to say anything helpful, but still, I hope it gets better soon.

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