Monday, February 23, 2009

Why Does Everyone Talk to Me?

If one more person tells me things no one should ever hear outside of a confessional, or rants about Obama, or anything else skeevy, I will not be held responsible for my actions. Is it because I'm easygoing on the outside? Because on the inside I'm just one eye twitch away from an injury (homicide is way too much work) spree that involves tweezers, barbecue tongs, and electrical tape. Oh, I know, people say I'm easy to talk to, or have a calming effect on them, or some such b.s. Total strangers will tell me obscene things in line at the grocery. So I get to be counselor to the world at large, is that it? 
 
I'm gonna start using this crap as blog fodder. Lord knows I can't come up with enough to write about on my own.
 
Gone Crazy
 
 

2 comments:

ShallowGal said...

Nice weather we're having today.

Gone Crazy said...

LMAO!!! Guess I shouldn't have let the crazy out in the first post, eh?