According to statistics and some scientific mumbo-jumbo, today (or in a week) is the Most Depressive Day in the year. People are said to be permanently skrewed up, irritated, prone to commit crimes, malice and what not and coz it happens once in a year, it is another occassion (excuse) to celebrate it, no matter what it brings. Worth noting is the fact it ends here in 4 hours, ya will have to cope with it much longer.

Lovely, I can hardly wait.

I thought this was gonna be about getting married.

I started to be cheered
thinking Tits was finally gonna
drink himself into my
eterernal happiness.

Oh, but wait, did he say this
is the last Monday of the month
for him? Happiness wins.

The sun is already cumming
up on all my tomorrows.

Sorry, Buggy. What does not kill me, only makes me stronger. It is not my fault, booze likes me, I like booze. Death from overdrinking is not in my dictionary.

Hope dies.

I don't know about you guys, but any time I raise I pint, I find my motivation lowered.

Once again:

Funny, I woke up feeling unexplainably depressed today. Then again it just may be a side effect from the half a bottle of whiskey I drank last night.

I've always found February much more depressing.
Shortest month, shittiest weather.
Even though I've lived in the desert for 15 years,
I still can't shake the February icks.

And this year, it's a day longer.

The tie-rod on my car snapped,
the ancient furnace kicked off,
and something else sad/disturbing,
yet I'm happy as fuck.

Cumming through that crap
unscathed
is its own reward.

Now I have a new furnace...

...and mayor hickeys.

That last one is certainly sad/disturbing.

After a awful month, things got brighter here the last couple of days, I got some sweet sweet manlove ™ from Grimmy on Friday , and I brought this little one home yesterday afternoon.

What a cutie! The pup, not Grimmy.

I'm feeling betterer already.

Yeah, puppies do that. Anytime I'm at home and something frustrating happens my dog never fails to do something retarded that makes me feel better.

I guess Heath Ledger thought today was Monday?

Sad.

Yup.
Seems to be on the rise in Hollywood.

He was my age, it's even sadder. Some are sayin' the role of Joker made him so depressive. Butt, for Christ' s sake when there is so much booze around, why one wood believe sleeping pill is a relief? I have mixed one Lorafen™ with absinthe and I say: thank you no more.

I don't think it was a suicide. He doesn't drink a lot, so it's unlikely alcohol interacted with the sleeping pills (which can easily kill you), especially since there was no evidence of drinking. The bottle of sleeping pills wasn't empty, which also indicates he probably didn't try to kill himself (people who try to commit suicide usually empty the bottle). The housekeeper also said she heard him snoring at 12:30pm. He was found on the floor, and not many people fall asleep on the floor, especially naked with no pillows or blankets, indicating he probably collapsed there sometime after 12:30 (maybe he got up and collapsed?). Also, when people overdose, they usually vomit after they pass out, and he had not vomited. I think it was more likely an accidental medicine interaction or perhaps he had some underlying undiagnosed condition. He doesn't have a history of alcohol or drug abuse, and he was about to start shooting another film for Terry Gilliam. Doesn't sound like a suicide to me.

and that would be even sadderer.

That is sad. Terry knows his xit.

Really?

I always do it with my pants half off.

He's dead, Jim.

he sure smells like it.

Gotta lurv a guy who puts a camera
in his crapper and hasn't the good
sense not to publish the shot of himself.

Tits, you're fuckin' amazin', mang.

Doin' my best. I have found helluva of such pics. They all seem to be cummin' from the U.S.

That's not you? You
ruined my day, now.

Ya have forgotten all my private photos are proprietary and confidential.

It's just that it so perfectly matches
the way I imagine you to be.

How can ya be always so wrong? I thought ya have seen me already, so no need for imaginin'.

Nah. Where's the puddle of vomit, the empty bottle of pills, the laptop logged onto a porn site and the sticky credit card?
There's no way that's him.

That picture looks a lot like Spooge Bob.

Probably a virus that just happened to get everyone that ate with him that night.