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Nov. 19th, 2005 01:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
philrancidSo I heard on the radio this morning that today was Have a Bad Day day. I celebrated by waiting an hour for a bus that didn't show, and then catching a bus that broke down only halfway to where I was going, and making my grand total for tardiness equal ninety minutes!! (It's a good thing I'm not the guy who scrambles the fighters, ain't it?)
I've done my part, bitches. Now it's your turn. Get out there and make yourself feel wretched. Be awful, hate everything.
HAVE A BAD DAY.
Just think: if Everyone--every single one of us--were to simply take a few hours out of their oh-so-precious happiness and just get good and goddamn miserable, this world would be the spasming cesspit of hate and filth that we've all been dreaming of! That's all it takes. Just a few minutes out of every hour, for the whole day. Take some time to think of your favorite puppy getting run over when you were a child. Remember that boyfriend you really loved telling you that he thought you looked fat in that outfit. Remember the time when your uncle backed over your brand-new bike in the driveway? Or the time you caught your mom eating Valium like Skittles? Use what you have, just think back to your childhood...
Misery CAN be yours--just reach out and take it.
Stay tuned for more helpful tips on how to truly unhappy....
I've done my part, bitches. Now it's your turn. Get out there and make yourself feel wretched. Be awful, hate everything.
HAVE A BAD DAY.
Just think: if Everyone--every single one of us--were to simply take a few hours out of their oh-so-precious happiness and just get good and goddamn miserable, this world would be the spasming cesspit of hate and filth that we've all been dreaming of! That's all it takes. Just a few minutes out of every hour, for the whole day. Take some time to think of your favorite puppy getting run over when you were a child. Remember that boyfriend you really loved telling you that he thought you looked fat in that outfit. Remember the time when your uncle backed over your brand-new bike in the driveway? Or the time you caught your mom eating Valium like Skittles? Use what you have, just think back to your childhood...
Misery CAN be yours--just reach out and take it.
Stay tuned for more helpful tips on how to truly unhappy....
