island boy break
tell me something better to bump into whilst on shrooms, knee-deep in overpriced beers, sunshine and girls in h&m dresses, fuckin’ tell me!
ping pong remix
if you value your time as much as i don’t, watch this. it’s that usher song you know that goes bwing bweeg bwung bweeeng and there are lazer beams and stuff except it’s little boys dressed in drag. DO IT. i think white privileged kids are what 2006 is all about, they’re pretty good dancers.
holy motherfuck FINALLY i have a firewall this is something you’d think i’d have sorted out years ago, anyway thanls dinky!
more gay island fotos tomorrow someone has to get their wine on.
if you don’t like diarrhea don’t get a caramel iced espresso large.
ever get that feeling that you just saw someone you knew way back when and then you sort of convince yourself that YES that TOTALLY was herb from grade 3? i think that shit happens cos your subconscious is lead by your pathetic heart and desire to connect with someone, something, anything familiar i dunno, the need to exist in a constant mystical state of what things were like when you could barely tie laces.
holy gay watch out for it!
etoil says:
hi
raymi says:
hi
etoil says:
you from where
raymi says:
canada
etoil says:
im from morocco how are canada
raymi says:
canada is good
raymi says:
how old are you
etoil says:
21 man im steudent and you
etoil says:
ok sorry my friend i want going
etoil says:
i see you
etoil says:
byee
>Dear Raymi,
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>I finally got your book today.
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>The honesty of it just kills me. That is all I can really say. I have many people in my life suffering from depression; my dad suffered from alcoholism as well as depression, and it gives a lot of honest insight into what depression really is, and what it does to people. Fuck self-help books, your book doesn’t tell you how to manage things, it tells you what everything is like, mindset you have, everything. It is a vulnerable book in the way it is so honest. I know that sounds really gay but that is the feeling I get from a lot of it. Defeated and vulnerable, yet at the same time the reality of everything is just thrown at you without any fancy adjectives or what have you. It isn’t ‘let’s dress up a mental condition and tragic life events and form them into a romantic story that kids everywhere will aspire to emulate’.
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>I don’t have to tell you what your book is, as so many bloggers have already reviewed it. But I am really greatful for it, and am giving it to my boyfriend to read because he is depressed and won’t admit it. I think maybe once he reads it he will be able to see a lot of himself and realize that maybe he needs to come to terms with some things and possibly get help if he wants to.
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>Thank you.
>Brianna
cat drops deuce
HOW TO DEAL WITH YOUR DEPRESSION
1. do not make a big deal about it, go about your days without talking about it thinking about it anything about it and then when that tidal wave of sadness hits you, you are like boy i’m sad and then you go that’s right i’m depressed i totally forgot! if you act like a functioning depressive things are way easier and less people will avoid you which segues into
2. get a sense of humor, don’t be a debbie downer and see the fucking negative in everything in an unfunny way for the love of fuck do you want to be alone for the REST OF YOUR LIFE!?! holy shit if you’re going to be sad at least cheer somebody else up, that’s why comedians are comedians, they’re so fucking blue that making other people laugh is a total necessity why do you think i post ten trillion times a second and come up with all this witty banter? yeah i’m real funny and i’m really depressed DUH! did you think it was because i really liked you guys? ha ha WRONG!
3. ok i do sort of like you guys but you see what i did there? i made a JOKE, fucking try it sometime, guys le douche.
4. spend money on clothes that make you look awesome and then you will feel awesome but don’t over do it with the accessories please, you are NOT a fucking christmas tree.
5. hang out with someone less cool than you and let them try and impress you all day long and if you are feeling extra generous let them buy you something and make out with them if you feel it necessary for them to be available for your next tidal sadness wave.
6. do NOT cut your hair if you are a girl, give your bangs a little chop if absolutely necessary but do not go hmm i think i would feel ten times better if i looked like HILARY SWANK IN BOYS DON’T CRY you will fucking regret it and every other person you pass on the street will think inside their heads WOW THAT CHICK IS MENTALLY UNSTABLE and then when your sadness week resides you will be totally revolted by the sight of your head and then you’ll do a bunch of drugs to forget what you look like and two years later you are still bingeing about to bottom-out and your hair is just about shoulder-length and you are a strung-out pile of garbage true story, buy my book.
7. if you feel the need to discuss your dark past, make little jokes about it so the listener is more comfortable and then you can talk about all the nasty shit you want virtually guilt-free. for example: the chicken crossed the road to get to the other side and smashed hot pizza in my face from a violent coke rage and that chicken was actually my ex weed dealer boyfriend want to rent wedding crashers?
8. develop a drinking habit? they say that alcohol is actually a depressant though i find that the people who say that are my mom and psychologists who aren’t allowed to drink cos of their family obligations and bothersome wives so like they totally want to get plastered but they have respectable jobs i don’t know THEY’RE not depressed so FUCK THEM i mean if you can be a functioning alcoholic fine by you don’t do it cos i say so these are just friendly suggestions. fine, PLAY FRISBEE.
9. i am getting bored of this list, smoke weed if you don’t have delusional anxiety attacks like me and totally write off the next 6 hours of your life watching whatever dvd box-set your retarded roommate rented for the week is this rocket science people?!!
10. engage in frequent, and empty sex.
good luck.
i’m paying $3 an hour to blog today at a cafe so you fuckers better appreciate it also get ready for some CHANGES! i seem to have chosen the computer with the blurriest monitor and zero track lighting and i already have to dump there are people all around me and i can’t fart cos i’m wearing headphones and i know it will end up being like bongos falling down the stairs and bouncing off spandex and fart sounding implements.
ps i am already the most annoying person here cos i keep sniffling and swallowing my phlegm.
