So yesterday I felt myself falling down the hole again which sucks because I usually only have depressive episodes a few times a year and I just got over the last one so I decided to plan a scheduled, elegant mental breakdown which would be set to music. (90’s Tori Amos for the downward spiral, Nina Simone and Regina Spektor for rock bottom and Amanda Palmer if I recovered. If I didn’t recover I’d listen to The Mountain Goats on a loop until something snaps.) But then I didn’t even have to do that because this morning I woke up to find that I had forever changed the landscape of pop culture. In the form of being mentioned on the Wikipedia bibliography for Hall & Oates. It’s probably as close as I’ll ever get to a gold statue of me in the middle of the city park and so I’ve decided to postpone my breakdown until at least tomorrow and instead celebrate this moment of permanence, when my name is written forever in the books of life. For angrily misquoting a band that wasn’t actually Hall & Oats at all.
PS. If I ever do have a gold statue in the city park I’d like for my arms to be extended so tourists can put their babies in my arms, or take inappropriate photos of me groping their genitals. You’re welcome, city.
Comment of the day: If you could get a gold statue in a park quickly, you could hug yourself when things get really dark. Hurry. ~ juliejulie