Well, I’m outta here. Anyone wants to buy me a drink, I’ll be in Brooklyn. I don’t know too many faces around here (just the ones I met briefly last Sat.) so wear your underwear outside your pants so I know it’s you.
{feeling Unc’s wrist for a pulse}
Hey everyone. I just want you all to know that I feel much better today. Life is great! The grass seems a little greener (despite the fog and the fact that I live in Brooklyn and work in Queens making grass in general a rare find), the air a little fresher, the board a little friendlier.
It’s wonderful to be alive! WHOOOPPPEEEEEE!!!
Figures. And here I had been thinking, “Ahh, finally, a welcoming place to come and wallow a bit in a localized storm of self-pity and mopiness during a really sucky and depressing period of what is usually a pretty happy life.” And just when I get to the end of the thread, ready to leap gratefully in with both feet and a bottle of sympathetic tequila…I find that I’m too late and it’s already over. I just plain missed it. How typical of my life lately. Back to the forced cheerfulness. 
No, no, I meant to say 
Glad you’re happy again, though, Moe.
[sulking off, looking for a safe place to brood, and a knife to open the seal on this dumb tequila with]
Moe, I’m so glad you’re feeling better. Maybe you buy me a beer! 
Sorry my thread bummed ya out, man. If it helps, it bummed me out too. Of course, now you’re Happy Moe. Congrats. Perhaps the Happy Moe mood will drift north soon…
I’m sendin my best Northward for ya Swiddles.
Cygnus, sorry to leave you hangin like that. I’m sure I’ll be bummed again real soon and we can do shots together.
Have a wonderful day all!! :):):):):):):):):):):):)
Why don’t you try yoga?
I’ve tried yoga but it gives me the runs.
You want a good time? Call Danielbuttkisser. He can fix anybody up.
I think your mood has improved upon learning the correct spelling of ‘genius’. Coincidence?
Also, my flight was cancelled, so if you want to grab a beer tonight (Thurs) let me know!
Sorry Sax, I left work a bit early and missed your post. I would’ve really liked that too. As it turns out, I drank alone, tied one on, and now I’m back to the pits. Well, not so much a bad mood as a lethargic sluggish hungover type of thing.
Have a good trip, we’ll hook up when you get back.
And yes, learning how to spell genius has turned my water into wine. Thanks a bunch.
Hey Moe, how are ya feeling today? Any better?
Well, in case anyone hasn’t noticed, the only reason I haven’t put my head in the oven is because I have an electric oven.
Anyone wanna give me one good goddam reason not to take a flying leap out of the 20th floor of my office building, right—splat!—in front of Grand Central Station?
-
You’d break a lot o’ hearts.
-
In that location, it’s possible that no one would notice what you’d done (unless you took out a pedestrian on the way down, and even then. . . .)
I can come up with one. Someone else can fill in the life affirming BS-athon. You might hit someone, and their estate will sue your estate/heirs/remaning family for zillions, and even if the judge throws it out, they would have bankrupted anyone related to you. Just a thought.
Hmmm . . . OK, that lets out Grand Central. Anyone ever see the Andy Warhol “disaster” photo of the girl who jumped off the Empire State Building? She landed atop a cab and looks lovely, lying there in a chic suit, looking for all the world like she’s taking a nap. I would LOVE a print of that photo.
Damn, anyone got a gas oven I can borrow, then?
Natural gas isn’t very toxic contrary to what the movies show. Just discontinue eating and drinking water.
Seriously, When I am in a foul mood I review the events of the day, the things I thought about, and how my mood was during the time in question. I can usually figure out exactly what is really bothering me. This is a big help in itself.
“Natural gas isn’t very toxic contrary to what the movies show. Just discontinue eating and drinking water.”
–Well, that’s perfect! Two of the gals in the fashion dept. and I have decided to develop eating disorders, as sort of a hobby. So I get to be both thin AND dead? Woo-hoo!