Brainsalad The frightening consequences of electroshock therapy I'm a middle aged government attorney living in a rural section of the northeast U.S. I'm unmarried and come from a very large family. When not preoccupied with family and my job, I read enormous amounts, toy with evolutionary theory, and scratch various parts on my body. This journal is filled with an enormous number of half-truths and outright lies, including this sentence. |
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2006-10-18 11:53 AM A Brainsalad moment (more reason to keep this blog anonymous) I'm moving through my parking lot when the following thoughts pass through my head in the course of a couple of seconds.
"Hey, that car looks like mine." "No. It can't be mine. I don't have a bumper sticker like that." "I parked in the front of the parking lot. Where is my car?" "Uh oh. I don't see it. I wonder if it got stolen?" I look frantically around and in my rear view mirror. "Oh wait. I'm driving it." "Doh!" Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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