Now You're Me....

I'm willing to bet that you were a bit more intelligent with your changes than my managers are. I am sure that you could see changes that you could make that had some logic to them... I can't stop staring at your avatar. What was I talking about?

Imagine you just got the hosital bill for your Christmas day hotdog mishap, and it's only over THREE THOUSAND FREAKIN' DOLLARS!!!!! Now you're screwed.

Imagine you're hopelessy broke cant afford books and tired of everything and that all your friends are kids. You're at a commuter college that doesnt offer the major you want and your phone doesnt allow long distance to call anyone and beg for money. Now imagine you have a bunch of work to do but desperation, lack of sleep, and frustration make you decide to go to the cult and fuck around instead of doing anything productive. Now you're me.

imagine wanting to hear a story about a fucking hospital bill caused by a hot dog, now your me

imagine your head is all bunged up by this stupid stupid cold (that you lost your voice to today), you have an exam tomorrow [b]and[/b] wednesday, and 5 major coursework/module deadlines over the next 4-6 weeks. now you're me - we're snowed under, but this new CD makes ya feel happy

Imagine you really don't want to get all in the heavy shit again, but you'll give the short version. Christmas day, you, a hotdog, failure to properly chew, stuck in throat, hospital visit, 3,300$ bill, now you're me.

your disappointed thinking that the hot dog story woulda been funnier now you me

Imagine you were talking with a couple of co-workers and your new one week on the job manager when the hotdog incident is mentioned. Your new manager looks at you and says, "Oh, so you're the hotdog lady!!" Imagine the horror of finding out you're now known amongst the who's who of Pacific Northwest, low end motel chains as...The Hotdog Lady. Now you're me.

not even the hotdog 'girl'?

You're sitting at the computer desk, swamped by English notes. You're an absolute idiot for not getting these essays done earlier. The essays are in for tomorrow morning. You had a good day today, and can't stop thinking about de-virginising a certain someone...Alas, work awaits. Log off, it's distracting you. Now you're me.

imagine it's snowing like a motherfucker, and you've got two after-hours meetings to attend, starting in about an hour. you'd rather go home, wash the grimey world off your face and watch a little surreal life, but instead, you have to go meetings with angry women who attack you like you're a pilgrim in an unholy land. now you're me.

imagine you're sitting at home relaxing after your first day back in class this semester. good looking womenfolk abound in biology, and a few in speech too. and while driving to check up on some applications this hot chick you know drove by, honked & waved and made your day. picked up some more applications and so yeah, back home. you also realized that with your class schedule the way it is this semester - you just might be able to put in 40 hours a week (if you can find a job). this is good.

now you're me.

Imagine that you have a job thats so stupidly perfect that on your one day off you'd rather be there, but instead are reading about how much people dislike theirs, and feeling good about it. You just ate a chicken tamale and are staring at the kitchen wall. Now you're me.

Imagine that you are trying you hardest not to be a liar. You are learning and very slowly getting better. Imagine your occasional truth being so blunt that it hurts all of your friends.

Now you're me.

Imagine that, while still in a cold medication haze, you stumble across a TV show. Your reception sucks, and in the corner of the screen, you misread the ON AIR tag as saying DINAH, and you think, "Oh really!!" For a split second you're very confused, but are thrilled at the possibilities. Once you realize it's not DINAH, you turn the channel and lament over what might have been. Now You're me

Imagine leaving the exam hall in university after finishing your 'introduction to financial accounting' paper. Imagine that you have the distinct impression that you failled to get the minumum 40% on it... Imagine yourself doing resits in June because you have to pass to progress to your final year (and leave this living hell)...
If thats not enought, imagine that you have four more exams in the next three days, and now you're me.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by succotash moon [/i]
[B]Christmas day, you, a hotdog, failure to properly chew, stuck in throat, hospital visit, 3,300$ bill, now you're me. [/B][/QUOTE]
Imagine you've just realized that the Choke Method of Obtaining Cash and Sympathy doesn't actually work. You're crossing it off of your mental list "Things I Can Always Fall Back On". You kinda want to laugh at Succotash Moon's story, but feel bad about it. Color yourself me.

You live in a house with 4 other people. You share the upstairs bathroom with 2 other people. You need to get ready for class beacuse you no longer want to walk in the snow. You can't. Your housemate is taking a hot long shower and you're blocked. You don't know how long it would take for him to get out. You want in. You want to brush your teeth and wash your face and put on your contacts so you can get to your 4 hour class on time. Now you're me

Your trying to study for your 'Macroeconomic Policy and Perfromance in Britain' exam at 11.40 PM and it begins in just under 10 hours time. You need sleep but you can't stop reading this stupid forum! You feel that if you get your post to an even 500 you will be able to stop and be satisfided to revise till 2.00 AM.... This is my life and its ending a little more after each exam.

Want to quit smoking? Try Switching to Eclipse... I did for around a month, now they are hard to find, and everything else sucks. Used to smoke reds.

Imagine finding yourself saying things from Diary and Choke in your normal conversation. Things like, "Just for the record" or "For serious...". Imagine you are trying to eat yourself sick so you can skip school...Now you're me.

imagine you had a life.

now you're the opposite of me.

do you always laugh at stuff that isn't funny at all.

Imagine your friend that you met during summer school 2 summers ago, msged you out of nowhere. He msged to check in on you, because of your recent string of screenames that is just "not like you". Imagine now, you guys are meeting up and catching up on old times. Imagine how happy you are right now, just to go back when everthing was nice and without any doubts and harsh sense of realties. Imagine you are happy, giddy, uninterrupted by anything. Now you are me

imagine today when asked to write an anagram poem you used this
S
I
D
S

and later recalled that that teacher lost a baby to it.

now you're me..

Imagine being one of the most pathetic and depressed person but you are happy for no reason and wanting to scream because .... you're so fucking HAPPY
oh, and now you're me

Imagine you are now finally happy, despite a whole day/week/months of shittiness. Imagine you are content. Now you are me

imagine you're not even good at being pathetic and depressed, and certainly not the [i]most[/i] pathetic and depressed.
not even close.

now you're nancy.

You found a new apt. and your moving in today. Its huge and has a view of the river and downtown. It has a murphy bed for guests, you will no longer have roomates. just for today, life is good. Now you're me.

Imagine being happy to hear that morey is finally rid of annoying roommates and the nasty 8 a.m. stench of frying meat. Now you're moi.

Imagine you suddenly find yourself in a world gone mad, where people wear shoes on their hands, and hamburgers eat people.

Say hello to me.

Imagine this... a winter wonderland. It snowed all day yesterday from morning to the wee hours of the night. You woke up and there is at least 5 inches of snow outside. It's pretty, yes. But you had to clear the driveway so you can meetup with your old friend back in the city, an hour away. Your car is unrecognizable. There is this thick layer of snow. You had to use the gigantic shovel just to get that 6 inches of snow (it snowed earlier in the week) off. Then you have to use a brush to get the finer details. Then an ice scraper. The whole process took well over an hour (including driveway shovelling). You see your car, you love your car. Yet the layers of ice is still there no matter how hard you scrap. You don't want to break anything. You hear stories of friends in the past who did just that. An hour later, you car is more recognizable than it was an hour ago, yet the ice is still there.

Now you're me

another one...

Imagine you have one week to read Crime and Punishment, and other readings for Lit class and all your classes. Now you're me

*runs around screaming, throwing books out of the window!!

Imagine an image of your imaginary friend, became an image of your image of your imaginary friend of you. Now you're me

oh, thats good
Imagine drinking a bottle of wine and eating a footlong sub (cold cut trio with cheese.lettuce, blackolives, and pickles, thats all I ever get) being so full you can hardly move, and you still want another one ...... now you're me.
ohhhh
that was so great :rolleyes:

Imagine you were woken up by a phone call from your employer. You try to make yourself sound alert (it [i]is[/i] 12:30 am, after all), but it is obvious you're still in the land of nod. "How's the situation with the snow over there?" he asks. Snow? Situation? And where am I? "Um... fine?" "Well, I just called to tell you that the school [i]will[/i] be open today." "Um... thanks?"you mumble and he hangs up. Now you're me.

You've just realised you're fat. Now you're me. Diet Diet Diet.

Imagine you’ve been working harder than a than an Irishman’s brain when told to take his pick from a trowel, a hoe, and a spade. Imagine your index finger is starting to ache because you’ve been trying your best to complete an edit for some Corporate Chemical Company who doesn’t give a flying fuck about you or your work. Imagine your boss, this bald, leather faced fuckwhip who keeps coming in your office just to stand behind you doing the poor man’s floss and to make sure the edits going to be completed on time (Poor man’s floss: that’s where you collect salvia in you mouth and then force it through the gaps in your teeth. It makes a fucking annoying squishy sound.). Imagine you’ve neglected the Cult for nearly a week, and you go back feeling like a complete newbie. Imagine you see names on the forum you’ve never seen before, and you feel so disconnected. Imagine you missed all the people on the Cult, even the ones you don’t care too much about… Now you’re me.

your have a major hangover from being at a friends party the night before, had to walk home 13 miles because he turned into a dick, and your kids just woke up at 7 am and thought it would be great fun to yell and scream a lot. now you are me.

You just got home with a bag of books from Waterstones, half of which you don't even remember picking up...Jack Kerouac? You're hungry for cheese toasties.

Now you're me.

all alone behind a bullet proof window

only company is company you don't want in the form of the town drunk/bum currently sporting a broken arm, alseep in the lobby

having the cult and music as your only source of entertainment

being stuck on the shittiest schedule for over three months (work a couple night on the midnight shift[11pm-7am] then a couple more on the day shfit[7am-3pm] followed by a nother day or two on the 3pm-11pm shift then your two days off where on your second day off you technically work since you have to start on the midnight shift all over again)

hungry

slightly congested

slightly horny

giving out more information than you probably should

wanting to just be in bed like everyone else is or will be

having to talk to people that can't help themselves (look a few posts above for example)

Now damas y caballeros, you are me.

imagine having a bony ass and siting down all day.
ok now your a cripple

Imagine you just found out how much fat was in that McBreakfast you just ate, and your tummy hates you now! Imagine you're a dirty, filthy fucking McBreakfast eater, and not all the sugary soda pop in the world can wash away the truth...Imagine that!

Now you're me...

Imagine that a thread you always considered your favorite struggling preamie baby type thread was bumped by gumdrop who made her very first post at the cult on this thread and you're all tingly and tearful and nostalgic.

Now you're me.

[QUOTE=succotash moon]Imagine you just found out how much fat was in that McBreakfast you just ate, and your tummy hates you now! Imagine you're a dirty, filthy fucking McBreakfast eater, and not all the sugary soda pop in the world can wash away the truth...Imagine that!

Now you're me...:([/QUOTE]

You need to wake up with the king, baby. And now you can, every single day. [url=http://www.bkmasks.com]Don't think the king has forgotten about you[/url], succotash moon!

Imagine waking up with that face staring at you
Now you're me

[QUOTE=mirkah]I just read this line in one of Brock's posts and it made me laugh and it made me think. Which is the best kind of post, also movie.. Ok, done with the poor imitation. Here's the original post:

The idea is to insert your own version of events before "Now you're me"

Me: Imagine it being too hot to drink coffee at 7:00 Am, drinking pepsi instead and wishing cigarettes didn't cause cancer. Now you're me.[/QUOTE]
okay, der commandre, i'll play along.

imagine in the past month you've been twice assfucked by your state government, been burglarized by goddamn asshole mexicans (no offense, smartazz), hate sitting all day in front of a computer and yet 1: your job demands you do; and 2: your interest in editing your film demands you do; and your coworker has uncontrollable flatulence. now you're me.

ps: you smoke? bleck.

Imagine you're shocked and delighted that Mirka remembers your first post!!!

Imagine you've seriously had just the worst day ever, and that diet or no diet, everyone needs a slaw-dog(or two) after a tough one...

Imagine that it made all the difference!!

Now you're me...

Also, imagine that the powers that be at work have refused to let you and your comrades dress up for halloween!!!!! IMAGINE THE HORROR!!!

Imagine sadness...deep, dark fucking sadness...

Imagine this is not the end...this will not STAND, MAN!!!!

Now you're me!