OK so this is hilarious and disturbing at the same time.

So you know how Google knows you almost as well as you or the people in your life know you? Or even better? C'mon, we've all gotten those ads that hit just a liiiitle to close to home. Like, for instance, if you look though my logged chats on Google Talk, they are predominantly with Dreamgirl. If you haven't been paying attention she was this fucking girl I had a major crush on for way too long. And one day the ad at the top of my Gmail was for some program to help me "Talk to pretty girls!" Fuck you, Google.

Anyway, we've all been there. But after I just made my last post, check out what Google decided to tell me:

Depressed?
Bipolar Disorder and Depression affect millions. Know the signs!
Healthline.com

I don't really have anything to ad(d) to that; I just thought it was kinda amusing and decided to share it.

If I am one thing I am an emo: an emotional homo. I just wrote about the eight-billionth whiny-ass post from the past year that I'm not gonna post 'cause it's just sad. Be glad for that. Maybe one of these days I'll post some of them or a compendium of them -- which chronicles the past year in my head -- but let's hope not.

That aside I am gonna post this because for some reason when I first saw it I was laughing so hard I cried.

You'll notice that this is more than tangentially related to my new posting name. I realize that this is paramount to explaining the joke and I hate doing that but in this case I just have to.