Have I Mentioned that My Life is Over?

So once again I've sabotaged my own happiness. I find the ease with which I can accomplish this task, amazing. I wish I could get a job doing it. I am, however, adding it to my skill set on my resume right after "proficient in French."
Some good things do happen each time I shoot myself in the foot. I often drop the novels or non-fiction works that I'm reading and retreat into short stories, and short or short-short non-fiction narratives. This in turn motivates me to write (for real, not the crap I throw up on the internerd). Writing is perhaps my favorite thing to do besides singing and dancing, but mostly I reserve the latter two for times when I'm not feeling the triumph of my own stupidity (unless of course, you count the relentless, sorrow filled "Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child" that continues to spin in my head)
Ok anyway, other tricks that I use to steer myself out of the pits of despair include prisms. Prisims are a lot of fun. They're not only really really pretty, you can work out cool mathematical functions trying to figure them out.

Kaleidoscopes (I realize that this is the Rose Window, but it looks like a kaleidoscope and all the kaleidoscope sites are shit). I was obsessd with these devices as a child. The changing patterns and swirling colors as so existential/zen or whatevs.

Um, yeah...

Anyway, did you know that Boy George was responsible for Richard Bronson buying/creating Virgin Airways? It's true. Bronson made so much cash off of Culture Club that decided to by an airline. Sweet.