Whiplash (Do You Hear That Rubberband Snap?)

Mon Jun 09 2003 09:28PM -0600

(As my mania continues, my subtitles will become more and more esoteric.)

All right, my faithful readers. I am officially losing it. My mind is a complete minefield of contradictions, hypocrisy, cross-intentions, sophistry, and outright illogic. There are too many twists and turns to take. It takes forever for me to write a simple sentence, to think a basic thought. (Bel Biv Devoe suddenly croons in my head: "That girl is poison!")

Despite the anticholinergic effects of the psychotropic drugs I am on, I am still apparently thinking with the wrong head.

Flashbacks, thinking of my time at Cal, listening to old R&B slow-jams circa 1994 to 1998, and wondering, of course, wondering, what if? (It has always been a fantasy of mine, to be able to redo college, only knowing what I know now. Yes, I know that this premise already exists in two different sitcomsâ€â€are they even being renewed? [1][2].) (What if blogs existed back in the mid-to-late '90's? I mean, yeah, they existed, but certainly not to the extent they do now.)

Too afraid to take a chance, but too pathetic to actually let go. I need professional help. Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters!

(P.S., today was another good day. If you disregard my self-destructive tendencies.)

(P.P.S., pay no mind to me. I am really making this all up in my head. Maybe, deep down inside, I really am a drama queen.)

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