My financial situation has been growing exponentially worse. In fact, my last credit card bill was so big that I could’ve sworn that just before I opened it there was a drum roll. Diane thinks my monetary woes may have something to do with my gambling problem. I explained to her that I didn’t have a ‘problem’ since I could stop anytime I wanted. She didn’t believe me so I asked if she was willing to make a small wager. As if my economic problems weren’t bad enough, yesterday my therapist threatened that if I don’t pay him soon he’ll let me go mad.
committing philosophical genocide, one argument at a time!
Disclaimer
No actual chickens were harmed during the making of this blog
About Me
- I am an intellectual packrat—with interests ranging from quantum physics to involuntary celibacy. Stuffed Koala bears freak me out (I had a bad experience okay) and I absolutely despise the colour orange. In fact, I think the colour orange should be banned. (Indigo on the other hand is a colour I can appreciate…you can never have too much indigo!) And while we’re on the topic of pet peeves, why is it that badgers are always so damn grouchy. All they do is sleep, shag, and eat honey and berries all day; what could they possibly have to be grumpy about? Okay, I’m done ranting. No wait, one more tid-bit you need to know about me. There are two things I hate more than anything else: (1) overly simplistic dichotomies and (2) the people that make them.