Friday, 11 April 2008

Psychobabble in Prose

Apparently myspace knows me better than I know myself. I mean, why else would it offer up its diagnosis for a condition that i deemed essentially superfluous in the general population.

I am referring to a post I made what seems like aeons ago about depression and its place in society with the "dixie chicks" and "fancy lads" or whatever the kidz are calling eachother these days. But now, myspace seems to have deemed me, like a psychologist being commited for stockholm syndrome, depressed myself.

Well now, thats it. I have no option but to be incredibly down and low at all times. So much for listening to happy music, no more hedonistic tirades, its all over for me.

Now all i can do is complain.


Love Y'all

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