Been thinkin' . . . always
a tad dangerous. I know!
I know! Questions ahoy . . .
Why is it that I do some of
the things that I do? Like . . .
Why do I sleep so close to
the edge of the bed with my
knee over the edge?
Why do I only wear black?
I have 13 sets of black clothes.
Why do I put blue in my hair?
Why do I send silly notes to
my friends?
Why do I have such issues
with cookie cutter people,
but dearly love those who
think outside the box?
Why do I refuse to use the
telephone . . . e-mail only?
Why did I give up my home
and move to a tiny 145 year
old cabin in the woods?
Why do I hate violence but
love murder mysteries? Not
too violent, Columbo and
Murder She Wrote will do
nicely!
Why am I the absolutely
weirdest person I know?
Just call me eccentric . . .
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