Another Saturday Night on HDC
 

My feelings can best be summed up in song:

It's another lonely evening
And another lonely town
But I ain't too young to worry
And I ain't too old to cry
When a woman gets me down
Got another empty bottle
And another empty bed
Ain't too young to admit it
And I'm not too old to lie
I'm just another empty head

That's why I'm lonely
I'm so lonely
But I know what I'm gonna do -

I'm gonna ride on
Ride on

I'm using sickness as my excuse.

So I'm validated.

does mental illness count?

Nah, I've seen a retarded guy drink.

I wish I could stick around for this conversation, but I have to go soon. lol

LMAO -- rub it in - just rub it in...

hey, i've got no complaints - i had a date last night!! (and this time the girl didn't run screaming from the sight of me!)

so it was the smell this time, huh?

yeah - she ran screaming AND holding her nose - at least it was a change of pace!

I'm not going out but I'm definately drunk.

probably best to stay in and have a nice intimate solo drunk (my favorite kind!)

(he says, finishing a bottle of pinot)

its Sunday here and I'm nursing a hangover :(

was it worth it? (i always ask my self that when i wake up hungover)

lol. I meant no offense. I simply meant I'd rather do this than sit on my ass listening to my cd's but alas, I have no choice. And as far as a date go's. lmao! Girls seem to think I'm some psycho stalker because of how I dress(All Black)and act(Very quiet). So a date for me is impossible.:o Never even been on a date. The girls won't even take a second look without running off. lol

i'm fairly quiet as well (at least when i'm not on HDC - lol) but women tend to take me on, often as some kind of project. . . which works for me:D

Yeh it was a cool night for sure. I just hope I didn't say anything bad that'll come back and bite me (well kick probably) in the ass :eek:

there is nothing worse than the post-blackout fear that you've done/said something horrible and you're just waiting for someone to tell you about it.

Online I can't shut up. lol. Women generally look the other way when they see the giant spiked skull necklace I wear. lmao!

have faith my son - i have no doubt that somewhere is a woman in a black boustierre and a dog collar just waiting to get her paws on a find hunk of goth-guy like yourself!

Damn straight. I was Franz freakin' Kafka in high school and ended up becoming ironically popular because I was too scared of everyone to talk to them. The parties I actually showed up at I was swamped. Funny how Social Anxiety Disorder can be mistaken for dark and brooding. And giant skull necklace means ready to party to lots of chicks. At the college I went to guys with morbid jewelry who wore all black practically needed mace to drink alone at a party.

It's Saturday!! Woot Woot!!:rolleyes:

Totally its not a good thing at all.....

I'm at work. and drinking. my usual weekend

Everyone is drinking!!:p

Aye! That's the kinda girl I want to meet. haha. My problem is that the girls that find me attractive are about 13 years old (no, I'm not a pedo, I'm only 16). The ones older than that are usually dressing in pink and are too happy happy and want to change my dress style.:p Not happening. hahahaha
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? Not me..... I probably need to though if things keep going the way they are.:D
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Can I still post on this even though it's not saturday?

I also am fighting sickness but my nephews band was playing last night so i had to go see them....i managed to get down two Budweisers [pretty sad for a saturday night].
I'm still not feeling 100% but i have to take my 14 year old to this tonight.
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perhaps i shall have to call in sick for work tomorrow.

You have one lucky 14 year old.

appropriate as this thread began with the haunting lyrics of ac/dc -

but now its another sunday afternoon - the long, dark teatime of the soul has begun. . . . and i've already finished reading the entire newspaper!!!

Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you

Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad,
I know, let them not weep,
Let them know that I'm glad to go

Death is no dream,
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday

Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asleep in the deep of
My heart
Dear

Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday


I think this is a Billie Holiday song, but I'm not sure. However, it's gloomy as shit here tonight. The moors have nothing on my town tonight.

that captures sunday perfectly

It almost makes me want a boyfriend...or girlfriend... which ever is available. My mum is singing "Scarburough Fair." That's another one.

i know what you mean - - - just someone to keep you warm under a blanket on this cold sunday evening. . .

An electric blanket does a good job on those long cold nights.

fluffy bunnies and teddy bears too:D

So,you don't have a human body to cuddle...it isnt always the preferable thing...I mean mine snores and steals my covers and gives me about 2 inches of space on a damn king-sized bed (what the hell is that about?? )
I mean sleeping alone is something married people dream about-literally.

Aye! I heard that.

Sounds like your hubby and my g/f have the same bedtime habits. I always wake up in the middle of the night with the equivalent of a postage stamp worth of blanket left to cover me up and a razor thin slice of bed to lie upon. She doesn't snore tho!

I have to push 170 pounds of man flesh offa me at least 5x a night and that's including the 4am bump...as for the snoring-you're lucky,I wish I had a bat...'ooops sorry honey ,didn't know THAT was there..poor booboo':D

lol, poor fella!! :)

She does talk in her sleep sometimes tho. I have had a conversation with her before I realized she was out for the count. Occassionally learn some interesting things!

You're lucky he doesn't weigh the 210 that I do.:D

Perverts that's just wrong *shakes head*

Elbow to the eye. ;)