Now You're Me....
Imagine you being all dreamy eyed because Kenny just tucked you in, and said, and you quote, "oogy googy goo goo poo." But you're still tired. And you've been talking to XChuck and prototype for far, far too long. Now you are me.
There is hope, but not for us.
imagine being on msn and aim but nobody loves you at 2:30 am central time and you are waiting for food you bought from wal mart to heat up in the oven and now you're me.
imagine probing your nostrils with a tissue whilst reading jane and robot puking's last posts. aftarwards you sniff, and throw the tissue away. your elbow hurts and you're hunching. now you're back is straightened because you just pointed it out to yourself. you feel slightly uncomfortable and want to hunch again, but, no, that would be wrong. what a day. now you're me.
imagine thinking, "that's so great... brothers bonding through ps2 comments being overheard." straighten your back posture again. now you're me.
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by insomnomaniac [/i]
[B]funny how when gucci tells a similar story, your response is completely different. [/B][/QUOTE]
Something about your natural desire to retort, to scathe, to seek and destroy...depresses me.
It's a message board.
Relax.
[CENTER]a million bucks[/CENTER]
imagine thinking how spooky inteligent little quarrels are to small children and little bugs, witnessing. now you're me
Imagine being back home after a long time and feeling you somehow you don't fit in very much any more. Imagine being milky white and everyone else around you sporting deep tans. Imagine having to call your ex employer to see if you can have your old job back (otherwise it is searching ads again and going to interviews etc). Imagine, despite all the above having a feeling that everything is going to work out in the end and it is going to be a lovely summer. Imagine having an irrational feeling of endless love for the people in this forum who are not strictly speaking friends but certainly not strangers and you still want to tell them you *heart* them all... now you're me.
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imagine having just got up at midday and you're still fucking knackered. your head's in a towel cuz you just washed it, and you know it's gonna totally go all gay and frizzy. and you have to go job hunting again today, but are hoping all that horoscope stuff is true, since yours was good relating to jobs. and you want some apple pie. now you're me.
imagine finding out you're not the only one on the cult looking for a job, imagine trying to do some research on an advertising position, because this really nice lady rang you asking you to come into the city for an interview tomorrow. imagine embracing your future for once in your short life instead of dreading it. imagine drinking milk from the carton while dling some fresh beats. and then you'd be me.
"funny how when gucci tells a similar story, your response is completely different."
Imagine thinking what an annoying bitch kitty can be and not remembering ever having responded to Gucci's story then wondering if maybe you're thinking of the wrong story, but you can't think of any others so that must be it and you still can't remember even responding to that story so you're really lost and not sure why the fuck kitty is bitching at you and then deciding it's probably just some irrational moody bullshit like it usually is with her and that she's just pulling this shit out of nowhere like she's done before. Now you're me.
Imagine rolling your eyes at disx while simultaneously being glad that lupus *hearts* you. Now you're me.
There is hope, but not for us.
Imagine whatever ephemeral good feelings you had when you awoke this morning were long-disipated by noon. Imagine trying to think backwards to remember if you forgot to take your meds the night before. Imagine knowing that there is no reason for your black mood aside from this hormone, that chemical, or the other secretion, and still not being able to clear the deathhate of life from your head. You = Me.
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Imagine Lupus' *heart*. Decide not to leap 42 floors onto Grant Street. Me > You.
Imagine waiting for LaQuinta to call about that interview and realizing that it is now noon, but you called an hour ago to see if the manager was in and no luck, so what's going on... Guess she's just coming in late today? Or are you being avoided? After calling the first time did she decide you weren't any good for the job just from a brief chat on the phone? Crap, you need this job. But why would she have called and left a msg last night to confirm the interview if she's trying to avoid you. Now you're fucking paranoid. Ie: me.
imagine being able to relate to lupus' story more than you thought you could. your brother called you grey when you had your shirt off at the pool yesterday afternoon and you laughed while checking your chest's complection, which to yourself looked fine, but your brother is brown-ish. no big deal though. he said the sky gave me that color, that i blended with it perfectly. ha. imagine wishing that you lived around all the people, well, most of them, the cool ones anyway, of the cult, like some kind of Real world thing from mtv. imagine hating mtv so much you feel shitty for typing it's letters. imagine hearing thunder and then a flash. forcast: thunderstorms all week long. today is going to be a good day. sip your caffein free coke. now you're me.
i can't imagine what's going on here.
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Tuffy the Dump Truck [/i]
[B]Imagine whatever ephemeral good feelings you had when you awoke this morning were long-disipated by noon. Imagine trying to think backwards to remember if you forgot to take your meds the night before. Imagine knowing that there is no reason for your black mood aside from this hormone, that chemical, or the other secretion, and still not being able to clear the deathhate of life from your head. You = Me.
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Imagine Lupus' *heart*. Decide not to leap 42 floors onto Grant Street. Me > You. [/B][/QUOTE]
Why?? Why, Daddy? Please don't do anything of the sort, or I'll have to kill you 
Tell all to your little girl...
Jenny (hope you don't mind that, Jane), I most surely *heart* you.
TwoPennyKenny, we will be laughing when all the mocha coloured people are down with skin cancer (and we will have the lung variety)...
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Lupus, see your PM box for a full explanation...
Imagine sitting at home at around 2:11 waiting to go to work, actually dreading having to go to work, hoping that the sky will fall on top of the earth so you can die.
You know im going to lose
Gamblings for fools
But thats the way i like it
I dont want to live forever
Wait, Becks??? You're me?!?!?
Right. Imagine it just occured to you (again) that from now on you'll have to work for 45 more years of your life and then be old on a peanuts pension and only your pets will love you. That's me.
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Hey tuffy did you say the same thing i said? I didnt bother reading all the posts in the middle of this thread so if i stole what you wrote im sorry.
You know im going to lose
Gamblings for fools
But thats the way i like it
I dont want to live forever
No, Becks, you didn't say, "now you're me" and I've been complaining all day about my depression - well, no, I've been "acting out" - so I said, or meant (in effect), "I'm you" to complete the form of the 'Now You're Me' thread. Did that make any sense?
Yes, atleast i think i understood what you said. Maybe i didnt, im not sure.
You know im going to lose
Gamblings for fools
But thats the way i like it
I dont want to live forever
Hey tuffy, on your cult signature the part that looks like this: () kinda looks like a vagina.
You know im going to lose
Gamblings for fools
But thats the way i like it
I dont want to live forever
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Uh, Becks... You ever actually [i]see[/i] a vagina?
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Tuffy the Dump Truck [/i]
[B]Uh, Becks... You ever actually [i]see[/i] a vagina? [/B][/QUOTE]
Possibly sig worthy.
The humidity is like 8,000,000 percent, and soon enough it will collapse into its orgasm and rain for ten days.
a vagina is overrated. Masturbation is all the same, and you don't have to buy dinner.
imagine wanting a fluffy ham sandwich with mayonase. now you're me.
Imagine that you're sun drunk again, Fugitives arrived in the mail today, Thai food is en route to your home and you are on the back porch looking at your ripening tomato plants and drinking a Ladies Highball. Now you're me.
youve done about a gram of metha-amphetamine,
listened to some great music, met some cool people on the weekend,
had big naughty orgiastic-sex,
and just had a horrific case of food poisoning.
crapping your guts out every few hours.
now, youre me.
life's pretty straight without vidalia :You_Rock_
Gucci, please let me imagine more of your you-ness.Please pst another one.
Imagine you are waiting for gucci to post on the thread you are "too attached to". Now you're me.
Guch... that was hilarious. Your life is so much better than mine.
The retards love you, man. Be nicer. You're all they got.
Get a new job, maybe?
I would feel so bad working around all the "slow" people all day.
We need to chill some time, Guch.
imagine being like, "holy shit! that's the best stories i've read in a long time. so entertaining!" thanks guch! imagine today being a chill day, but now you feel bad for wes (food poisoning) but then again you don't because his weekend was so fucking eventful. than you think "what did i do today?" and all you did, which was still fun, but not as cool, was bought your pet tirantula "jon voight" a new house, aquarium w/ red and white sand, then posted pics of tyra banks as wall paper, and old cd cover pictures, along with your families portrait. jon feels right at home... then there's the big rubber duckie sitting in there and half a dozen crickets that he's ignoring but should eat. "eat 'em up, jon!" you say, and root him on, waiving your fist! not really, but, now, close enough, you're me. 
imagine you love twopennykenny. now you're me.
Robot, I am totally you right now.
Imagine you love Kenny too. Which makes you Robot, and also makes you me. How odd.
There is hope, but not for us.
[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by jane s. [/i]
[B]Robot, I am totally you right now.
Imagine you love Kenny too. Which makes you Robot, and also makes you me. How odd. [/B][/QUOTE]
ME TOO
OOH WEIRD, GOOD, BUT WEIRD!!!
Imagine that you are [i]keenly[/i] feeling the "[b]ME[/b]" of the last 6 posters. Now you're me!
imagine wondering "why do they love me?" imagine craving a taco salad, but roaming to the kitchen and settling for microwaved macoroni wheels, which isn't so bad. imagine wondering if the yankees won or lost today? scratch your leg because it itches. type. see your spikey hair in the shadow on the computer desk. move your head around to make it move. type somemore. now you're me.
imagine tricking rents, tricking him real bad. and now most think your a real dick, but your still laughing. now your me.
imagine haven't yet read all of the knox being mean to rents thread just yet, but can't wait, in all due respect to rents. imagine just finding out the yanks won 2-1! imagine being teh happey! you are me.
THAN READ IT YOU DONKEY
Imagine plotting Knox's slow and painful death, enjoying every minute of it, trying to think of the perfect lines to use when different instruments of torture are being used. Imagine the satisfaction of Karma. Now you're me.
imagine slapping knuckles with rents and beginning to scheme up some torture, get mid-evil on your ass, type shit on knox, because you're not so sure the severety of how to take being called "donkey" by a canadian. now you're me.
imagine you just got your first call back for an interview thingy for aaages and it's for such an awesome shop, but you're still a tad pissed off because the one in the camera shop would be better for you and you're fucking peeeeessed off with the shitty muggy weather and you're baby sitting tonight and you'll wear some new trews...now you're me
Imagine you decided to quit smoking and changed your mind 5 minutes later. Now you're me.
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imagine tucking jane in, inside your mind, pulling her covers tightly up to her chin, then turning the light off, saying, "Goodnight, sweety. Pleasant dreams oogy googy goo goo poo." and pulling the door to. It's all just so fucking cute, and you go to look at more t-shirts, in hopes to find something from fightclub in your size. in hopes to keep this day rockin'.
now you're me.