I've had trouble with it for years. OK, fine. One would think, at least I have thought that I can try to make the best of this by at least having useful or productive thoughts with the time that I lay there looking at my ceiling, but my twisted brain doesn't work like that.
Last night, out of the fucking blue (also Ihave been saying the "f" word more this month than ever before in my life..ok, but anyway) so last night I became obsessed with the notion that Farrah Fawcett was a man. I mean what kicked it off was thinking about her gigantic adam's apple. No woman, I think to myself can have an adam's apple that big. And so then I start thinking that its odd that she never had children AND that "Farrah" is not a real name...it's a drag queen name if I ever heard one. And maybe, she was like one of the first tranny operations ever and so was able to hide it because she got the big "change" before people even knew it could happen. Well, I was excited about my "discovery". So much so that I had to get out of bed and google it.
Turns out I was just as wrong as I could possibly be. At every turn. Maybe I have gone insane without knowing it.
My dog has a taste for money. I mean this literally. She will sniff out money, even digging in K's purse for it, and eat it. Little fucker.
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