I saw a car made completely out of books today. It drove by me on my way home. I wondered if knowledge torpedo of death was the Argentinean version of the magic school bus. I will never know, however, as the occupants were far to stoned to realize that i was beckoning for them to stop.
A friend of a friend, thereby making her an acquaintance, wrote some weirdness to me on facebook last evening. While I don’t have it in front of me, it went something like “we make mistakes so as to learn from them, and we learn from our mistakes so as not to make more mistakes.” She followed this lovely haiku with “’im sorry, and I hope we can be good friends in the future.”
For viewers at home, sitting there thinking they understand this, your wrong, because I had, and will now continue to have, nothing to do with this little psychopath. I mean seriously, we have been in the same location, and I do not use the word hanging out specifically to demonstrate that for no period of time greater than 30 seconds were we within 10 feet of one another, all of 4 times. Either I have some sort of animal magnetism, or we have a full-blown crazy here. While the former would be delightful, I’m hoping for the latter, because I could do horrible things to a crazy.
Seeing how Anna is under the impression that her brother would now like to open up his inner psyche to us, I jotted down some of my thoughts throughout the day. They are unorganized, and freestanding idea shards, as this is the manner in which my brain currently operates. To make it easier on everyone, I have not included the ones that are partially in Spanish, as even I barely understand them.
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I sat down to lunch before I realized my spoon had eaten my fork. That, or someone had stolen only part of my utensil. Nothing works correctly in the third world.
The first piece of advice I plan on giving my son is “don’t trust anyone, especially me!” Then, to drive the point home, I will trip him as he walks away.
The downside to taking placebos is that now I’m addicted to little white pills that do whatever I want them to do.
The doctor said if I didn’t work so hard, I wouldn’t have a problem. I told him that if he worked harder, he wouldn’t have to give me a bullshit diagnosis.
The problem with wearing pajamas all day is that everybody things your lazy.
I’m thinking about getting into the water business; everyone needs the stuff, and I already know how to make it.
I wonder if when the sun goes down here, some little kid in China grins as he thinks, “now I have that bastard owen’s light.”
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Oh, and I got a job today. Cheap meat for everyone.
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