i wouldn’t say people who are happy all the fucking time piss me off. i’d rather say that i am highly suspicious of their psychological make-up. in short i think they’re bat-shit crazy. that and everyone’s just too busy being dazzled by their always-on-form performance (or just shellshocked by the constant barage of memememememememememe that explodes out of their mouths) that no one stops to question whether said crazy person needs an obviously much-needed tranq shot.
EVERYTHING’S just so AMAZING!!! EVERYONE!!!! ALL THE TIME!!! I AM SO HAPPY AND EVERYTHING’S GOING SO WELL
DID YOU HEAR ME???!!!
I AM SOOOOOOOO HAPPY AND HAPPENING AND LOVED EVERYONE AND SOOOOO AMAZINGLY BLESSED ALLL THE TIME IT’S LIKE A SUNBEAM SHOT OUT OF BABY JESUS’ ARSE AND HIT ME IN THE EYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EVERYONE!!!!!! TELL EVERYONE!!!!! YAAAAYYYY.
it’s not that i’m a killjoy or anything. in general i’m a pretty positive person. i like positive people with good vibes who don’t make it their life’s mission to colour the world grey. but there are some people who run around like reborn christians at a day camp of new converts. it’s tiring and more than a little weighted to the other side of manic depression.
is all i’m saying.
i’m also saying chill the fuck out.
now that i have that out the way…
hope you’re having a wonderful sunday evening. me? well, after a particularly extravagant weekend (which was a happier end to the week’s end… or something), i am sitting back, maxing and relaxing to irbahim ferrer and currently the track ‘nuestra ultima cita’, in english ‘our last appointment’ … so pretty, but quite depressing.
i’m also learning how to juggle.
oao my little lindt chocolate bunnies