Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Just Three Things Three things: 1. Last night, someone got shot in the head near my apartment complex. Flirting with the cops gets you far... when it comes to info. Going underneath the Do Not Cross-Police tapes brings memories! My people asked me how did the incident make me feel. I responded: What? You've never been shot at before? 2. I came to school with a bandaged hand. I would not tell anyone what happened. It's amazing, how when you keep quiet, people just fill out the blanks. Rumors started. Rumors that were more interesting than the truth. Did you cut yourself? Sure, why not. Did you hammer your hand this time? Of course, man you're smart. Did you stick your hand in the oven? Ah, yes... But my favorite, by Stan (here explaining it to other people): she met up with her neighbor to make some "movies", and during one of the "positions" she jammed her hand into the XXX. (then turns to me) Can I see the movie? (I say only if he pays) Uhm... I'll wait until it comes out online. (And when my professor inquires) She won't tell, but there might be a video evidence. 3. P-chemist by her/himself is strange enough, but add another one to the equation, and the outcome is stranger than quantum mechanics itself: with QM you at least TRY to understand it before giving up. Me and him are totally together. I think. Not officially, not confirmed, not technically... but now we're just getting tangled up in technicalities and that's just sad. You're sad. Silly you! Getting all tangled up like that... 6:43 p.m. - October 14, 2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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