This post is brought to you by the Lamest Post Ever Committee. You know, the one where the blogger is on the verge of completing her certified application entry form to the nut house! I am hoping the entry questionnaire will be painless. I am just going to answer each question with a different color crayon that way it assures that I get accepted. If that doesn't work, then I am positive that if I tell them that I met up with Tweety Bird and we flew the coop, had drinks, did the electric slide and met up with Tom Cruise for a night of sliding around in our underwear, they may just by pass asking for consent and send me onto the padded room with just a little window in which I will pretend I see an ocean view.
I am sure I will make a fashion statement in a white jacket. Those are lovely. It's a beautiful stiff fabric in which the material hugs you. You know makes you feel like your arms are wrapped around your favorite stuffed animal at the age of four and you never want to let go.
I must let them know that I sometimes have insomnia and that I am sure the proper medication will help me sleep. I am requesting Benedryl, but I have heard that they use some type of little white pill. I will probably wake up refreshed, surrounded by a pond of lily pad's and daisy's and maybe, just maybe my mini vacay will have been worth the while.
I am hoping they let me take one item. I mean hell even Survivor lets you take one luxury item. I pick my Hunters. That white jacket doesn't cover your feet and I like being warm.
See above? I am packed and all ready to go. I shouldn't be in the facility long. I mean really, a one hour therapy session and they are going to release me out into the real world because of excessive compulsive blabber. Shit, there are other people in the group that probably have it worse than me (they probably don't really see Tom Cruise). I am so lame. See Committee voted. Blah, blah, blah. Have you figured out yet, that I just made this crap up in five minutes because the last two days, I had nothing but a headache? Oh, good. Look Tweety Bird.. See ya!