I cut my finger on the way to my office the other morning. I took a small bit of skin off and it bled a little. It bled onto the cover of the library book I was reading as I was walking to work. Now the library cops have my dna. They'll know where to find me. I'm "In the System"!
Also, I found a spot on the back of my had. I'm pretty sure it is where "they" injected a mind control drug. But they cleverly disguised it to look like an ingrown hair.
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I read last night that the Buddha distinguishes between self-absorption and self-awareness.
Read into that, as you will :)
Dude, I don't know what the hell you mean by that, but if I figure out you're being mean I'll tell you where to shove your Buddha book. (I'm significantly tired this morning in no small part due to a ferret who decided at 5:30 this morning I needed to get out of bed despite the fact that I didn't go to bed until well after midnight last night. She was not having "Rigby get the fcuk away from me" at all.)
I'm not sure what I meant exactly :) I read about the Buddha last night, and it didn't make a lot of sense.
I thought I'd repeat the one thing that seemed cogent, and see if it made sense for someone else.
I think I'm self-absorbed. But at least I'm self-aware ;)
Yours truly,
Dirty Hippy
Yeah, you gotta watch out for those librarians....
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