The Man Behind the Curtain
Thursday, May 22, 2008

The key to antidepressants is consistent, continual intake. I mention that only because this week was a bad week to be depressed. I moved into my new apartment, I'm settling for a crappy job, I can't afford food,* and... well, no, that's it.

It didn't start out that way-- staying at my girlfriend's apartment and playing house was as fun as it sounds.** But it spoiled me, and moving into my lonely room, almost empty, was somewhat of a shock.

Last night was the nadir of my "crash."

There was more to write, tales of woe and angst akin to listening to The Cure. I found relief, however, in the most unlikely of places: the girl formerly known as The Girl.

Apparently, she decided to take a break from degrading my very existence in order to open up and write one of the best emails I've ever gotten. I wish I could copy and paste it here... she even compliments me!

Later she ruined it by pissing me off, and I had to cheer myself up, but yeah, I'm cool now.

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In other news, I've got a house!

A room in a house!

A basement!

A roommate!

But I've got a house!

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I hope I'll continue to fight for causes I believe in, as long as I live, but I think part of growing up is picking your fights.

Natalie looks so happy in this picture, and I'm glad! Really. Filing all those restraining orders against me must be tiring.*** And I have a wonderful girlfriend, a fantastic harem, and a lovely boy prostitute in Sri Lanka.

Sometimes, though, I imagine Natalie and I, holding hands and watching the moon illuminate some impossibly reflective waters. The Idan Raichel Project would be playing softly in the background, while Natalie and I would whisper sweet nothings, and analyze microfinancing.

Then my ankle bracelet starts to beep.

controversially yours,
jdl

* haha, you think i'm joking.
** and disturbing.
*** just ask alice!

Labels: me, natalie portman, the girl formerly known as the girl, what's with me and alisons?

10:13 PM
1 comments :

• At May 25, 2008 2:42 AM,
   Just a girl said…
  
  Anti-depressents suck. But I gather that it sucks worse not to take them. Either way, they fuck you over.
  
  Glad The Girl can cheer you up at least once.
  
  Yay for a house! And playing house.
  
  Also; I'm researching the decline of the Aztecs, but anything that seems useful seems to be juvenile literature. Or a book review. (or some article on how the Aztecs did math - do I care?) WTF?
  
  x
  JAG
   

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