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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Saturday, June 29, 2002

You know you've probably flipped when you suddenly sit up straight in your chair and declare: "I'm a moron!" The true evidence comes when you then spread your arms, in the posture of one displaying her moronity to the world and say: "Watch me be a moron!" Stand up, do a little turn, bow to the corners of the (empty) room and ask: "Don't I do it well?"

Of course, complete insanity would be evidenced by getting a response to that question.

(There is a reason I'm a moron, by the way. I'm not just doing this randomly.)

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