I Am Not Normal
2003-02-22 - 12:28 a.m.
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non-functional guestbook
Sitting in my car, in thick traffic, dressed in a grey t-shirt, grey fleece, blue athletic pants, grey american eagle socks, and mass produced flip flops, I looked at myself and I thought, "My, God, I've done it. I'm as average joe as average joe can be. Normal." And then I wakened to the realization that I had been singing like a motherfucker for the past twenty minutes, only interupted when I jabbered distractedly at the carwash place as I drove by, "Oh, please, I want to be a part of the car washing. Pleeeeaaase. I want to be over theeeeerrrre. I want to partake in the washing of the cars." And then laughing maniacally. I mean, I did want to wash my car, but the line was too damn long. *sigh* Anyway, since this is a throwaway...let me air a few things. First off, everybody does NOT love raymond. Very few people even like him. In fact, quite a few people wish him bodily harm. Ask around. I love that one reality tv show, you know, the one with the fake people on it versus the unkown pseudo people. I like the one that says "I'm a celebrity, get me..." because they give the veiwer a chance to be sadistic and cruel to the celebs, which is, really, the only way. I still believe that instead of dismissing them, they should shoot them. Oh, man. Yeah. Then feed them to the next celebrity contestants.
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