I am Melodramatically Melancholic Today...
I am not in the mood today
for what??
The world.
I'm feeling VERY dramatic today
Like, the kind of dramatic where saying I have ennui is totally acceptable.
and not at all pretentious.
I know. It's a little ridiculous.
Like I want to go sit in a window and sigh a lot.
like, I'm feeling very Jane Austin today.
I'm totally supposed to be writing headlines And I can't because all the sighing is in the way.
I HATE when I get like this. And i know it's funny. Which is even more distracting because I jsut want to make fun of myself. Instead of working.
also my skin is itchy
I can't even be bothered to blog. (so I've copied this entire entry from a chat with LK this morning).
where's a chaise lounge when I need it?
I have WORK to do! And I can't do it!
for what??
The world.
I'm feeling VERY dramatic today
Like, the kind of dramatic where saying I have ennui is totally acceptable.
and not at all pretentious.
I know. It's a little ridiculous.
Like I want to go sit in a window and sigh a lot.
like, I'm feeling very Jane Austin today.
I'm totally supposed to be writing headlines And I can't because all the sighing is in the way.
I HATE when I get like this. And i know it's funny. Which is even more distracting because I jsut want to make fun of myself. Instead of working.
also my skin is itchy
I can't even be bothered to blog. (so I've copied this entire entry from a chat with LK this morning).
where's a chaise lounge when I need it?
I have WORK to do! And I can't do it!
posted by LC Greenwood at 10:34 AM
3 Comments:
I don't know which makes me smile more - the fact that you copied the whole blog from a chat thread or the image at the bottom. :)
A poem to remedy and uplift your humors:
No Doctors Today, Thank You- Ogden Nash
They tell me that euphoria is the feeling of feeling wonderful, well, today I feel euphorian,
Today I have the agility of a Greek god and the appetite of a Victorian.
Yes, today I may even go forth without my galoshes,
Today I am a swashbuckler, would anybody like me to buckle any swashes?
This is my euphorian day,
I will ring welkins and before anybody answers I will run away.
I will tame me a caribou
And bedeck it with marabou.
I will pen me my memoirs.
Ah youth, youth! What euphorian days them was!
I wasn't much of a hand for the boudoirs,
I was generally to be found where the food was.
Does anybody want any flotsam?
I've gotsam.
Does anybody want any jetsam?
I can getsam.
I can play chopsticks on the Wurlitzer,
I can speak Portuguese like a Berlitzer.
I can don or doff my shoes without tying or untying the laces because I am wearing moccasins,
And I practically know the difference between serums and antitoccasins.
Kind people, don't think me purse-proud, don't set me down as vainglorious,
I'm just a little euphorious.
This part of a poem may make you feel better as well.
This is an honest-to-god direct lift from a VERY angst filled diary from a VERY angst filled me after I lost my virginity. I was still very Christian and had some major issues with it.
"Will I receive salvation
For my copulation?"
I shit you not.
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