Showing posts with label mood swings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mood swings. Show all posts

Tuesday, 16 August 2011

Swing High, Swing Low...

I'm in a bad mood and I don't know why. It could be the slight dizziness I am experiencing from my bipolar medication or it could be the stress of looking after a sick boyfriend for a whole week. The thing that really pisses me off though is that it isn't some huge personal disaster, it's just lots of little insignificant things that are bugging me sub-consciously. I don't want to feel a bad emotion for something small, I would rather save it for a time when life really kicks you in the testicles and then sleeps with your wife whilst insulting your mother.

So to get myself out of this useless mood I am currently in, I have decided to put some of my favourite things that I find hilarious/cute/sexy or just plain racist <--- Kidding on that last one but who knows? I have a very sick sense of humour.

 
This just had me in stitches.

I love Stewie Griffin.
Kittah!
 
Story of my life
Yip- this happened
I absolutely LOVE Rage comics- Freaking Genius






I found all of these pictures on an awesome website called 9GAG.com. Seriously go take a look if you want a good chuckle, I am on page 1027 or something silly...

Thursday, 9 June 2011

Drama Queen, Me? Puh-lease!

Some people may refer to me as being a "drama queen" I don't know where they got these inaccurate accusations from but to each his own. The only time I do agree with them though is when I am sick, you think men are bad?.. I am nearly on their level. (I know, right? Crazy) But not only am I a drama queen, my moods can be somewhat... erratic.









But thankfully I have my loving sister to keep my spirits up;

*Laying on my bed, playing computer games

Robyn: Whatcha doing?
Me: Same thing that I have been doing for the last three days.
Robyn: Oh oka... *Takes closer look at my face
Me: What?
R: Is that what you look like without make up on?
Me: Yes...Why?
R: Nothing, nothing...
Me: Then why are you talking to the wall and not directly at me.
R: You look weird.
Me: I don't look that bad.
R: You're pasty, white and dead looking.
Me: Gee thanks.
R: Like a vampire.
Me: Vampires are supposed to be sexy.
R: Never mind then.

I guess not washing my hair for the last week hasn't helped my case but whatever, I am a sick panda, I am allowed to look like shit, even if it is pasty, white and dead looking.