|Why I Am Crazy
||[Aug. 27th, 2006|12:40 am]
I'm wearing my tinfoil hat, yea, my tinfoil underpants as well.
They're after me.
My lover is a cop. I know because we met on the Internet. He has a radio embedded in his brain and it sends reports to the government. He's too perfect and has no metal in his face or tattoos, a sure sign of internal antennae. He's transmitting, dammit!
How do I know this, you ask?
Tarot cards, of course. I've been doing readings. They all point to doom. Major floods and ecological disasters. Global warming is a government plot.
PLOT I SAY!!!11!!
Also, everyone is conspiring against me.