I'm not crazy. Ask anyone. I've been kicked out of therapy for being too normal. Seriously. I have.
I'm a writer. I've never been paid to write. It's not what I do...it's what I am. Does that sound too pretentious? It's okay if it does.
I love stick figures and Anime and stupid TV shows and horrible movies and kitties (NOT kitty figurines for those paying attention) and Stephen Lynch and most cuss words and my mom and dad and human physiology and sugar cookies and sleeping a lot and Nacho Cheese Doritos and seven card stud and gay guys and my best friends Jed and Mandie and Saturday Night Live and books about vampires and chain smoking even though it's not cool any more.
I hate health food and most social situations and most people and cold weather and plants that require water and dogs that require attention all the time and loud children in restaurants (and everywhere else) and soprano saxophones and suicide "victims" and roommates and over-protective siblings and everything to do with getting up in the morning.
See? Not crazy.
1 comment:
I have you on my RSS feed.
And am awesome.
I need to find a context for the word callipygian in conversation. It shouldn't be too hard, since my girlfriend might be described as such, but remembering the word at the right time might be a challenge.
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