Tori Amos, "Snow Cherries from France:"
You question me,
"Can you ride anything?"
Lord, do you mean like your moodswings?
Ahem. Truer words sometimes. Poor Jb.
My first hospitalization. That felt like a Dar Williams' cover: "Everybody knows this is nowhere." And for nearly seven days in the hospital, I wrote it on everything I drew, everything I wrote. But I never could remember the next bit, the chorus. Just that line. Running and running through my head, out of my hand, onto anything I touched.
Tori Amos, "Snow Cherries from France:"
You question me,
"Can you ride anything?"
Lord, do you mean like your moodswings?
Get this: Jb pulled the crazy card on me the other night.
We were arguing over something that I was so obviously right about that I wouldn't budge my position, and Jb's arguments had devolved into pitiful character assassinations.
Jb: Maybe in your little world in your head, where everything's weird and not normal like here in the real world, where everyone else understands reality.
-blink-
Me: Seriously. Did you just pull the crazy card on me?!
It's a good thing we're able to joke about this and that I have a sense of humor, or I'd have likely been offended.