Sanity - The Creativity Killer
The Internet is a fabulous place, full of oodles of helpful information.
I just tried to look up the return policy on my sanity and ya know what I found?
I've decided I don't want my sanity anymore. It's too inhibiting...a stifling creativity killer is what it is.
Who needs that?
The only part of my sanity I'm going to keep is the part driving me to get dressed each and every day. Because, while there are no laws forcing the powers that be to honor the return agreement on my sanity, there are lots of laws preventing me from being nekkid in public.
Whatever...the stifling continues, apparently. At least there are yoga pants and Crocs so that I can settle into a comfortable crazy.
p.s. I wrote this because I have no other ideas.
p.p.s. The Internet is hogging all the ideas.
p.p.p.s. The Internet is an asshat hoggy mchoggerson.
p.p.p.p.s. Sanity is for weenies.
p.p.p.p.p.s. If you've read this far, you may have already traded in your own sanity.
p.p.p.p.p.p.s. Surprise, you're one of us! You hear those voices, too...right?
p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s. At least it is Friday!
p.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s. Ha, not really. The Internet has made me feel like being asshatty today as well.