What a week for the crazies, huh? I'm in love with the story about the lady astronaut. If you don't know the full story, you can read it here. Dear Lord... diapers? Really? You can't stop five minutes at the Pump 'N Munch to pee? And what the hell was she driving that she could go 900 miles without stopping anyway?
People are crazy. And not just plain old crazy anymore, where you talk to your hand or wear aluminum foil on your head to keep the aliens from controlling your mind, but a whole 'nother brand of crazy I've never even seen. Usually I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, tell myself there was some serious psychotic break that really just pushed the boundaries of their sanity. It's not hard to imagine being that angry, that consumed by thoughts of one person that just really gets your goat. We've all had that experience, I'm sure... I've had it several times, especially during college when I was forced to deal with scums of the earth on a constant basis. But I never thought about shooting them with a BB gun or spraying them with pepper spray or wearing a wig and kidnapping them. Maybe I wasn't thinking... I could have had a place to stay rent free, fresh clothes everyday, three square meals a day, a gym membership, all the raping you can stand, and cable. Yes, I'm just too rational a person, I guess. Too full of self preservation, I suppose. And I guess I've never been in love. Because after you kill your lover's lover, there's no doubt he'll come running back to you, right?
Thank you, NASA, for helping us laugh at love... again.
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