I'm beginning to develop such an obscure and broad collection of television quotes and trivia, that I've started to scare even myself. Throwing out some Always Sunny zings among my like-minded friends is one thing, but I actually told a female acquittance to get her "greasy sausage fingers" off of my net-book today. I wasn't being mean-spirited or anything, but that didn't really go over too well. I think I might just be slowly losing my mind. It's an interesting thought really. What would being crazy really be like? Maybe like this:
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Well, hopefully we won't have to find out. Three weeks off of school should help me reset my internal wiring a bit. I at the very least need to stop zinging my girl-friends with Frankisms. That's a dangerous game right there.
More likely, however, is that I'll continue to lose grasp on reality until I either graduate or drop out and live in a hermit shack somewhere. Don't be surprised when I start turning up covered in sap and gurgling bear.
Yeah, but I don't touch the sausage...
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