crazy/beautiful

i ate lunch at a bar and drank a pitcher of beer. in my unstable emotional/mental state - this was a bad idea.

i went home, took off all my clothes and climbed under the covers in a depressive state. i know, im crazy.

the next thing i know, brad clammers into the room, blasting fergalicious, while wearing only a kurta and hot pink wig. he was also carrying a retractable knife which he used in his interpretive dance.

i then realized, im not the crazy one.