Sometimes Robyn Goes Crazy
You know what I don't understand....motor homes. Who decided it would be a good idea to combine living and driving? I mean, if you are at a big risk of getting in an accident while talking on your cell phone, I don't want to think of the chances in a motor home. Those things look dangerous, WAY bigger than the other cars, FULL of appliances, and FULL of OLD PEOPLE. I mean it could be an interesting way of living, always having to park your house before you sleep...before you do anything...thats insane, I like my house permanently in one spot. How bad would it be if all of a sudden your husband/wife got mad because you were out late? huh? They could just move the house,
"Hey, honey, wheres the house?"
"You should have thought of that before you went to Gregs house for the game"
Hell, I would do it. I don't like it when people call and hang up gets me all homicidal rage-like. ANYCRAP, I start to complain when I'm sort of tired. You know whats cool? Cans. How do they get stuff in there?! It hurts my brain to think about it, but theres no evidence of a food stuffing hole or drink pouring hole...hmm...
I'm surprised at how many people listen to me, seriously......just because I'm "quiet" or I don't "lie" people belive me...I should use this talent for good not evil, but no...I think its much funner to make gullible people feel dumb. No, thats mean, I feel bad. I'm mean, but then here comes Mr. Conscience, telling me that I will go to hell and I should apoligize, and I do. Eh, but what can you do? Theres no way to completly eliminate the little voices in your head, I know that sounds crazy, but think, you hear voices, I mean when your reading, don't you hear a voice in your head reading as well? Eh? Haha, not as sane as you thought.
You can't go home again.
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