I drink and talk to bitter people who have lost faith in mankind. Sometimes I hang out with friends when I'm not too down, I don't want to depress anyone. Hm, sometimes productive things help... when I'm not already too drunk...
I drink and talk to bitter people who have lost faith in mankind. Sometimes I hang out with friends when I'm not too down, I don't want to depress anyone. Hm, sometimes productive things help... when I'm not already too drunk...
If you think school is hard, try being stupid.




There is a year round haunted house I go to http://www.hauntedravensgrin.com/
The guys a nut... he always cheers me up...
got through a nasty break up that way
"may your work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, dance like no-one is watching, screw like your being filmed and drink like a true Irishman "--anonymous
"GOD is LOVE, but get it in writing"- Gypsy Rose Lee
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spending time with my puppy always cheers me up. so does shopping. actually shopping is probably my #1 mood lifter. having nice new things always makes me happy. also, good sex. and singing really loudly (and badly) and dancing when i'm home alone.
Considering my schedule, strip club at night, days at day work, time in between chasing after two of my little girls, keeping them in line, am I depressed? Hell, yeah, I'm depressed.
I ain't got no time for myself, except in the morning when I make myself an expresso and put a little mint in it. Ahh, yeah, that cheer me up!!
Thanks for the little pleasures. If I didn't have that little ritual in tthe morning, I would go completely off the deep end.
Talking to my Grandma and driving fast. It just sucks if I get caught driving ast it makes me sad again. It's a cycle.
I usually hit the home SC.
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Idealism is fine, but as it approaches reality, the costs become prohibitive.
William F. Buckley, Jr.





CO, answered for me, but hell I'll hit any strip club. Just had a relaxing out-of-town, multiple club, double-digit lap dance evening last night in fact.
When that's not an option, a nice round of disc golf usually takes the edge off, particularly if I can get some friends/relatives to join me.
Former SCJ now in rehab.
God, prayer, meditation, my niece, my parents & sis, my bf and. surprisingly, school.
Petting one of my cats, a round of batting practice (hitting a few massive homers helps), lifting weights, ice cream, and of course, the lovely ladies at my fave SC.God, I can't wait until Thursday night!
*~If you play with reservation, you never play to your full potential.~*
*~In wine there is wisdom.In beer there is freedom.
In water there is bacteria.
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My little girls.. life is so precious when you have little arms wrapped around you to tell you that you are loved..
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I use exercise and a lot of quality sleep to move me away from melancholy.
Lack of sleep is one cause of depression; and most Americans try to get by without enough sleep. Unfortunately, many Americans think of the appropriate amount of sleep--8 to 9 hours per day--as laziness. But it's not. Sleep is one of life’s essentials and anyone not getting enough quality sleep stands a good chance of having some type of mental or emotional problem.
And a nice long walk or other type of exercise can really take the edge off.
And if I’m not happy with my particular point in life, I start to work on a plan to move out that place. The planning helps give me a positive outlook.
Of course, sex never hurts either![]()
Sometimes I just get my shit and go to work. I'm thinking of doing that now.
If you think school is hard, try being stupid.





When the shit that brought me down has time to be thought about and then moved along out of my emotional bubble , it pops and its gone poof . Then a stiff drink could possibly be in order ..
My pupper scruppers make everything better.. Whenever I come home pissed off and unconsolable from work my boy friend just points out one of the dogs and I melt... They fix everything!
Please don't lick me, it tickles..
Exercise... It always helps to put me in a good mood even on a bad day. I never leave the gym in a foul mood.
Other than that... I love the outdoors (just... not when it's 105 with high humidity here) so just hanging out outside and doing whatever.
Reading and getting myself lost in a good book.
Listening to (or watching) comedy acts, or even just funny radio/tv... (The Ticket in Dallas is by far the best radio station I've heard around here... I swear... even on a shitty day the hosts there can make me giggle like a school girl~).
Eh, one thing I don't do is drink... to me it feels like more of a way to avoid your problems/depression, and relying on drinking is only going to lead to more bad days.
Totally agree; sleeping eight hours a day makes the other sixteen hours that much more enjoyable.Sleep is one of life’s essentials and anyone not getting enough quality sleep stands a good chance of having some type of mental or emotional problem.
Idealism is fine, but as it approaches reality, the costs become prohibitive.
William F. Buckley, Jr.
Dining with friends and sharing a glass or two of excellent wine (remembering that booze is a depressant and not good to over-indulge if you're already blue); buying some small item, including something as mundane as a new shirt; willing myself to work out, drink lots of water, get to bed by 10pm; and, finally, starting to take a new, perscribed SRI, if the depression lasts more than a few weeks.
I with Bella, when Im down, I just go to work. For some reason, if I have a really bad day in the "real world".. when I go into work, it ends up being an awsome night. Either Ill have a sweet jackpot night $$. Or my girls and managment will get my mind off reality. Either which way, when I get home, my bills are paid and I fall asleep peacfully. Less stress





I cuddle my cats, shop, sleep, and the best one of all EAT! I love to eat when I want to be cheered up. Bad habit but I havent been feeling too down these days.
you live like an ivy vine
you can only survive by clinging onto trees
that's your flaw
put down some roots so you can stand on your own
-Kenpachi





Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens;
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens;
Brown paper packages tied up with strings;
These are a few of my favorite things.
Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels;
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles;
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings;
These are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes;
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes;
Silver-white winters that melt into springs;
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.
http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/favorite.htm
"He will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldrini, the traveler came as a large and moving Torg! Then, during the third reconciliation of the last of the McKetrick supplicants, they chose a new form for him: that of a giant Slor! Many Shuvs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slor that day, I can tell you!"
^ There's an alternate version of that song by an AC/DC cover band (on a heavy metal Christmas album) that's quite funny.
My dog, ice cream, music, and working out.
Carbs & Cardio..... in that order......
Cooking relieves a lot of stress, I agree with the above post, I have found my normal life so stressful that dancing calms me.
Good side (father) or dark side (SCJ)?
Good side: Every minute I spend with my four-year-old daughter, Nicolle, the Angel of the Century. Tonight we played air ping-pong, wrestled on the floor for a while and then she drew me some chalk drawings of "Nicolle and daddy walking hand-in-hand" to dinner, the movies, etc. to hang in my office.
"Dark" side: Quick flight up to JFK to hook up with SO who is passing through NYC. Afternoon shopping on Park Avenue to pick up essential supplies from VS. She already brought along the new pink and white plats I bought her on a previous trip. Two hours shopping at Borders (we are both nerds, too. That's allowed, right?) Three-hour dinner that evening at Veritas in NYC with a 1992 bottle of Chateau Mouton Rothschild. We head off to our Park Avenue hotel for the night. Four hours of sweat, laughter, soft silk ropes, fur-lined cuffs, shower heads, champaigne, exhaustion, room service.
Originally Posted by The Other Owner
Wow, I can see how that could cheer someone up!![]()





^^^ That would definitely cheer me up. CHalk! omg Im so there jk. Thats so cute you and her do that.
Mmmmm all the dinner, shopping and sex would send me in a blissful blur of that day.
you live like an ivy vine
you can only survive by clinging onto trees
that's your flaw
put down some roots so you can stand on your own
-Kenpachi
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