A velvet fist in an iron glove.
welcome to the club.schkott P.
It was so lonely feeling like I was the only one...
What do you mean, 'going'?
I'm with MacBeard. What's this "going" crap.(That reminds me. I need to procure a couple of his books. I'm behind.)
Ah.I see your point.May I just say that I am now more potently insane than previous indications would, um, indicate.
Its the sane people you have to worry about, anyways...And why oh why oh why oh why does blogger keep telling me I get word verification wrong when I am typering *exactly* what I see?
Easy, Russ-poo.They're bastards.
Russ-typering? Maybe that's your problem?Jen, you'll never feel lonely, there's plenty of company here in the land of insanity...
Screw the safety in numbers response. Back away from the brink! God save the Queen! DON'T GO NUTS! Come back, come back, come baaaaaack
Unless you've backslid since I last met you (oh so long ago now) than I thought this was normal for you as well.
No, dear Ricky, I am on the firmest ground I've been on. The quaking is all in my own head.
planty of space in the insane head... not narrow pre-made paths. so... enjoy!
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