http://audioimagery.net So, They got me good. I went into the radio station last week. I gave PJ a cd with my song on it for that week. He acts like he loads it then plays a different song. A song I never heard before then makes me think I gave him the wrong CD. I get mad at myself because I'm too sleepy to realize what happened until I got home. Hot Dog. Isn't that what people say from like 1940 when something crazy happens? Either way PJ and the Morning Zoo got me good. I hate to admit it but its true. So it was a regular morning. Me acting ridiculous... driving my car... half asleep... eating pop-sickles... drinking coffee... and Anger. Yes. Anger for making me think I'm crazy!!! Well not really anger. Its more like the deepest loathing one can muster from the belly of the Freddy Kruger and Godzilla combined covered in locusts mixed with bread and butter pickles. Why bread and butter pickles? Because they are gross! Okay so I'm really not mad but its funny to think so.
