Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Suicide Tuesday

When you take Ecstasy on a Friday or Saturday night you usually feel the side effects or coming down from being so high and happy on Tuesday...this has been nicknamed Suicide Tuesday....This is when reality usually sets back in and all of those strangers you made out with creep to the front of your mind and "What the hell did I do? OH MY GOD....How long before I can show my face in public again" these words are repeatedly muttered in your very very unfortunately lucid consciousness.....then throw in a POUNDING headache that won't leave even with a quad mochaccino or Vicodin.....

Very comparable to the few days right after Christmas.....
You've financially ejaculated all over the season and have nothing left to get you through the rest of Dec. So everyone is depressed; hiding behind the leftover cordial cherries and wishing they hadn't promised that Abercrombie & Fitch sweater a nice, warm home. Not only are you broke but your house is a complete disaster...with shreds of left over wrapping paper, miscellaneous parts to gadgets you didn't realize Santa gave you, and nowhere to put any of it. "Do I remove the coffee pot to make room for the new Extreme Tickle Me George Foreman Grill?"

Our house looks like there was a Disney Princess Orgy just getting started, King Triton came home unexpectedly, broke the whole thing up and everyone left in a hurry; leaving most of their crap behind ...oh and throw a cabbage patch doll in the mix.
a pink, lacy, royal site.

So now what? I personally start looking forward to Martin Luther King Day, President's Day and the day after one of our annual events here- a Radio Telethon...
So whatever helps you survive Suicide Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursday...whether it be random Monday holidays, knowing you won't go in debt again for another 11 months or that you're becoming a Jehovah's witness.....I see nothing wrong with a little mental & emotional management...or flat out lies you tell yourself to cope...

There's no hot line number to call where someone will talk you down from the Christmas tree or prevent you from slitting your wrist with a broken angel ornament.....

2 comments:

Nannie said...

Yes Randi, we all feel your financial pain.
I remember Bobby's first Christmas, it was a sea of cars, airplanes, dump trucks...etc everything a 7 month old wouldn't need for at least three to four years. I finally thought what am I going to get him next year. But funny how there is always something more you can buy.
oh well spoil her while you can...for when you have your second then you will have to split between two...so when is that second coming? or when is the second coming?
Oh and Quinn does come by her snoopy genes totally honestly...we watch all our neighbors...we love it.
Love Auntie

ShePutsTheLotionOnHerSkin said...

I can completely relate to this. Although, I don't have a child to vomit pink everywhere. I have a husband who everyone thinks is five and gets toys. Right now I am looking at a suitcase full of talking mugs, singing fish, 3 different singing Beer bottle openers and many other things I can't identify but have the "bears" logo on them. It looks like a novelty store took a running shit across my bedroom. And I can hear coming from the other room really loud video game sounds marbled with a grown man's ridiculous...although highly obscene... screams at the TV. Tis teh season.