I am dodging every bullet as they brush by me and fall to the ground. I am weaving across five lanes of highway and my tires never hit a single bumper. I am riding on air. I'm attacked on all sides and every blow makes me stronger. I am executing a perfect 180 on slick, wet pavement. There's a last minute change in plans and I know exactly who to call about that. U—simply—can't touch this.
Posted by tdupuy at April 9, 2006 9:48 AMThat sounds suspiciously like several different drugs and at least a couple mental illnesses I know.
I hope you're just having a really good day.
Posted by: ae at April 9, 2006 10:52 PM