What color is your mood?

[LMNO]

My mood is black.  Black as my dark soul.  So black that if angels looked into my heart they would DIE.  Of blackness.

[Reginald Ret]

It was supposed to be a barrel roll.

As in, Alty is just funnin with the what color is your mood BS.

Ah.

Yeah...

Can't always be fucking hilarious. You should have seen me as a teenager. Horrible.

I still don't get it. Barrel roll isn't a colour.

Ok, how about this:

C. Johnson worked in an orchard, picking fruit for a large juice company.

After many years of hard work in the field Johnson was eventuall promoted high enough to work in the main processing centers. This was a large raise and C. Johnson immediately began spending his money, on himself, his family, his friends.

After a few months on the new job he got pulled into his boss's office.

"Look," his boss said, "You've been doing real good out there in the fields and your management skills have been really effective out there. But you have to understand there there are different demands in here, and so far, you're not meeting them."

This stunned Johnson. "I am confident I can succeed here."

"See that you do," his boss said.

Months passed and Johnson moved into a new house, bought a new car, and lived as lavishly as his new pay would allow, in addiition  to the credit he built up in a short amount of time.

But, eventually, he was called back.

"Now dammit, man. This isn't going to stand." His boss was furious, red in the face. "We hired you to do a job, and it doesn't seem that you're at all capable for it."

"I am so sorry," Johnson pleaded. "Please give me another chance, I swear I can do this."

He got it an pushed himself to his best. He stopped spending his free time spending his money. He started to budget himself out in case he lost his new job. He took training courses, and even a few business courses through the local community college.

But, in the end, he sat in front of his boss again, who at this point just looked sad about the whole deal.

"I'm sorry, but we're going to have to find a new position for you, this just isn't working out."

Johnson was furious himself now. "But why? I don't understand! I've done everything! I have tried and tried. I've changed the way I do everything! What is it you people want from me?"

His boss looked him coldly in the eyes, "Johnson, you just can't concentrate."

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

My mood is black.  Black as my dark soul.  So black that if angels looked into my heart they would DIE.  Of blackness.