The light!

THe light outside is so damn bright. It hurts my eyes when I look at the bulb. I like looking at lights directly sometimes. It reminds me of just how crazy I am because I start to see things in the brightness that aren't really there. Like last time I saw Kelly Pickler steam vacuuming dressed as a nun, but I know she wasn't really there because the light I was staring at was on a small end table, and it'd be really hard for her to fit there and do that. Not that she's fat, cuz she's definitely not, but she is a human being, and the end table is not particularly large, so it'd be a near impossibility for what I saw happening to have actually happened.

This is weird, you saw the same thing, too?! WOW! What are the odds? Glad I asked, now I'll tell you. The odds are so impossible, that I know you're fucking lying to me when you say you saw the same thing. I'm now enraged and hurt at the time same--or same time, however you prefer to say it when I type it. I can never trust you again because of the heresy that has taken place here.

They're still searching for Charlie Manson victims. Man, that guy must have been killer at a game of Hide and Seek. Ooo, bad choice of words there, or was it a brilliant one? I fuck up, you decide!

I've got to get my mom something for the day de mére tomorrow. Buh-bye!