Hoorah for mood swings

I should know better by now. I’m not a wannabe. I’ve spent too many days hating myself, everything, to be a wannabe. If I were a wannabe I wouldn’t be afraid to go eat 100 calories of lunch.

Apologies for the dark mood. It’s been rough. But I found something funny at nonemorepessimistic’s anti-wannarexic xanga: How many pro-anas does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

1 to actually screw it in.
10 to say “OMG, I wish I had your willpower! I’ve been sitting in the dark for the past month!”
20 to to claim that they were “Screwing in my lightbulb last year, but then my parents stopped me when it was almost in and made me unscrew it… now it’s completely dark in here! I need motivation to start screwing it in again!”
15 to take pictures from bizarre angles that make it look like they’re screwing in their lightbulbs.
14 to post pictures of Nicole Richie and Mary-Kate Olsen in close proximity to light bulbs.
10 to argue over whether or not screwing in a lightbulb is a choice or the result of a psychological problem.
10 to claim that their lightbulbs are completely screwed in, even though they’re sitting in a dark room with an unscrewed bulb sitting next to them.
11 to say that they had their lightbulb partially screwed in last week, but spent the weekend unscrewing it because they lost their will power.
2 to write poems about the goddess lightbulb that guides them on their quest for light.
and…
7 to come along randomly and ask how they can become light bulb screwers too.

I have to go eat something. DAMN IT I’M GONNA FREAKING EAT SOMETHING. So THERE.