They come complete with random questions about the world around me:
Darn. I read that and imagined little slips of paper.
Candy should totally be Zen.
"What is the sound of one almond falling in the forest?"
"Why are you here?"
"Wisdom does not come from Mallomars"
That would be a sign you're way out of your head. Who, sane, would do that voluntarily?
I probably am and it would be all my co-workers fault.
I am not on crack. Kind of wish I were, since the fact that I can look at JD and think both "HOTWOOBIE" and "looks like DC" is highly disturbing.
Perkins -- DC is not short for David Cross, right?
Heh. Any appreciation I might have had of Brad Pitt disappeared when I saw him with the long hair, cap, and twitchy demeanor in Twelve Monkeys while sitting next to a friend that looks just like that version of him. Yes, he cleans up much better than that friend in movies like Fight Club, but the mental analogy has proven irreversible.
JD
Can we go back to calling him Logan so I stop getting him confused with my sweet batshit crazy boy?
"Wisdom does not come from Mallomars"
A thousand pleasures begin with a marshmallow cookie.
Nope-- Dana Carvey.
Oh. That's not a good thing at all. Poor JD.