Your Sunday Loon

I had another of those really bad nights – being haunted by ghosts of my past I guess. After waking myself up several times from crying out in my sleep, I finally got out of bed – shaking like a rattler and ready to bite. What was I so pissed at? I have no idea. Myself? My ghosts? The world at large? I don’t remember enough of my dream to even begin to guess.

So, after spending a couple of hours shaking and seething, I decided to do what any other well adjusted neurotic barely hanging on to his sanity would do to avoid a full blown, all out panic attack.

First, I took a chill pill.

And then I did what always works best:

Scream along with some music that best matched my mood!

Alice Cooper – No More Mister Nice Guy

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing…
‘Til they… got a hold of me…
I opened doors for little old ladies…
I helped the blind to see…

I got no friends ’cause they read the papers
They can’t be seen… with me
And I’m getting real shot down
And I’m… feeling mean

No more Mister Nice Guy!
No more Mister Clean!
No more Mister Nice Guy!
They say “He’s sick! He’s obscene!”

I got no friends ’cause they read the papers
They can’t be seen… with me
And I’m feeling real shot down
And I’m, I’m getting mean

No more Mister Nice Guy!
No more Mister Clean!
No more Mister Nice Guy!
They say “He’s sick! He’s obscene!”

My dog bit me on the leg today…
My cat clawed my eyes…
My mom’s been thrown out of the societal circles…
And dad has to hide…

I went to church… incognito…
When everybody rose…
The Reverend Smith he, he recognized me…
Then punched me in the nose!

He said “No more Mister Nice Guy!”
“No more Mister Clean!”
“No more Mister Nice Guy!”
He said “You’re sick! You’re obscene!”

No more Mister Nice Guy!
No more Mister Clean!
No more Mister Nice Guy!
He said “You’re sick! You’re obscene!”

I feel soooo much better now…

How are you feeling today?

Thanks to my friends for the graphics. You know who you are.

I want ice water.