Are You The Man Who Murdered Love?

Oh MAN now that all these finals are over, I don't know what to DO with myself.

Here's my motto for the rest of the week:
DON'T THINK TWICE.

'Hey Becky,' whispers my brain, 'Hey, let's write a facebook message...no no stop thinking about it, just doooo it'

'Hey pssst,' he calls again, 'throw your fridge out the window...seven stories never hurt anyone. dooooo it!'

'Pss Pssssssssst,' (he's so persistent), 'do a cartwheel out in your hall and meet me at the bar. don't think twice.'

How can I question him, the brain in my head? He's meeting me at the bar. We are going to have a blast!


What's funny is that I was re-reading my last entry, and I thought to myself, "B really feels like a girl, not a boy." Then Katherine commented on how she thought it was feminine too! So it's agreed: B is a girl.

I guess B is for Becky - maybe that should have swayed my thinking a little. But nope, I was a funny kid.
Funny-ha-ha?
No,
Funny-idiot-savant.
If you don't believe me, take a look at the home movies.

OH NO!
I GOT PLAYDOUGH!
(extracted from the Christmas 1988 video)