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Going Crazy Not having a stereo in your car can make you seriously crazy. Believe me. It’s only been a few weeks since my property was stripped from its loving home and shipped off to be with the other orphans of technology, and already I’m starting to show some pretty serious crazy signs. Keep in mind that I’m not a doctor, and have no real training on abnormal psychology other than the course I took on it in college. But the things I’ve been doing, upon seeing others do, would make me say “That dude is fucking crazy.” |
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I sing to myself. It doesn’t sound that crazy. Some would call it downright normal. Well, those people are also crazy. It’s okay to sing to yourself when you’re in the shower, and that’s the only time. Because, dude, you can NOT sound bad with shower acoustics. I also talk to myself. This one is getting a little easier to sneak by people what with those little cell phone earpieces. But the person I can’t sneak it by is myself. I’ll be thinking of something that happened earlier in the day, and then I’ll repeat out loud what I said in the conversation, like “No you can have the last one.” Then I’ll say, “Did I just say that out loud?” Then I’ll say, “I’m talking to myself.” Then I’ll say, “I’ll kill you, you rat bastard sonofabitchmother…” and it goes on and on in a frantic, muttered slew of expletives. Which I would call “pretty crazy”. I guess that’s really all right now. I’ll keep you posted on this though. Since this was kind of week, here's an awesome website I found while I was writing it. I thought it was great, until the end when it took a sudden and unexpected turn for the worse. |
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4/01/05