Mar 25, 2009

Some call me Crazy, the Hermit in the Cave

I'm (fairly) certain that at one point in my life, my parents instructed against committing absurdities.

Like spending a fortune on something that isn't happiness.
Like taking impulsive trips across the country to see a statue you've never seen before.
Like purchasing fuzzy rodents on a whim.
Like chopping all you hair off and dying it the color of its complement.
Like parking your car in the middle of a ghetto and sitting in a clinic next to three unwed, pregnant teens, and a fourth who comes in demanding a pregnancy test, gives her birth date (something, something, 1992) and walks out annoyed when she has to get a permission slip.

I did two of these things today. 

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