Dec 01 2008
Comfortable With Crazy
Today’s kind of a messed-up weird day for me. But thanks to one wonderful colleague of mine, it’s made it kind of a good messed-up weird day. She showed me a few photos of herself. And it has definitely made me smile with glee.
You see, readers (scuffs nails with pride), I enjoy a human being who is comfortable with crazy. Me, myself, I am crazy. I’m crazy with glee. You’d have to be if you struggle so hard to achieve a dream of publication, to be an author. Most authors, I’d say, are indeed–
CRAZY.
Hahahahahaha…. Oh, dear, my insides are squirming like alien hosts inside my body. I am famished with fondness over the glee that’s inside my heart. Tickled with those wonderfully orgasmic tumors of slapstick humor that make me giggle with ecstasy. Oh, yes.
And she doesn’t want me to display her picture. No, no, no…. In fact, she’ll beat the living hell out of me if I do. But dear, God–I–just–can’t–help–MYSELF!!
Gotcha. Come oooooooon, you didn’t think I’d REALLY show the world how wonderful and crazy you are? 
I kill myself.
