Words of encouragement
Hi folks. As you may know, Darcy's apartment in Minneapolis was broken into and many of the things she needs for school are now gone. Please leave a comment of support for her during this time of need and general crappiness.
posted by dmg @ 7:45 PM
9 Comments:
Darcy, I was listening to the local pop radio station this weekend and nearly threw up because the fucking shit that passes for mainstrem pop these days blows ass. You're so much more talented than any of these assholes on the radio and one day you will be not only a star but mayor of Pittsburgh to boot. Keep your chin up, dollface. Hope this doesn't sound like a yearbook entry.
You betta Cubetta aka Dilemma Du Jour (my drag name) aka Funky Cold Medina aka Jeffrey Paul Cubeta
Darcy... At a time like this, it's important to think back on some moment of hilarity. Such as the time you ran into Vrabel and I at the Wine and Spirits store with a grocery cart full of large bottles of Vodka and lots of wine. Or much funnier moments that we were no part of, because really, we are not all that hilarious.
Just know that you have a long list of people who are encircling you with good vibes and security.
-HS
Focus on revenge. Vengence. Arm yourself. Wrath of god, shitstorm on Minnesota. First we take Minneapolis, then we take St. Paul.
Along the lines of what Heather said: "Aren't we colorful this evening?" (T. Conroy)
This would never have happened if Minneapolis knew anything about attracting and retaining young people. They suck and you're cool.
At least in Minnesota people can receive fair and just punishment: The woodchipper!
and ... for comfort in hard times, don't forget Hee Haw:
"Doom, despair and agony on me (WOE!)
Deep dark depression, excessive misery (WOE!)
If it warn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all,
Doom, despair and agony on me! (WOE!)"
-JLM
yo! fuck the hoyas! that's right FUCK THE HOYAS!! Which to me, was the funniest thing ever uttered at a time of despair..
Darcy, those sons of bitches! Dude, what I'd like nothing more right now would be to sit with you on a porch somewhere, drinking Chateau Loser and smoking Jacks. I bought a hula hoop this weekend, and tried to hoop it up in honor of you. I miss you... but even more I'm fucking sorry about those triflin motherfuckers who took your gear. The fucking irony of the cosmos makes no sense... what is it, some kind of perverse inverted karma? I dunno. But xoxoxooxxo.
Darcy, Queen of Rock - you kick ass and you will prevail above all adversity. Remember all your friends in P-burg who love you, even if some jackass in MN ruined your life for a few weeks. your pally, sean lally
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