I Google my name. I mean if you were me wouldn't you Google your own name? You bet you would, and don't lie to me either, because the Holidays are coming up and really lying around the Holidays is asking for trouble. So I Googled my name the other day and I found out that someone named me this
Interiors thing. Well I wasn't even sure what sort of thing that was. I will admit I didn't actually read the whole thing. Google does this awesome thing where it shows me my name all highlighted so I just skipped to me. You know the important part.
So of course I have no clue what Interior is, and so I Googled that too. I tell you that thing is the best thing ever. I don't care what those dancing girl commercials about Answers.com says, Google is my friend.
Apparently Google says the top thing is something in the government. It's this thing -
http://www.doi.gov/ which what kind of a website name is that? It sounds like those people that think they are cool because they don't say Duh they say Doi. Those people aren't cool at all.
Anyway after reading up on this DOI thing, which means I skimmed and looked at the pictures, because a lot of it was really really ridiculously boring. I mean honestly who thinks of these things? Still after all of that? I realized that Doctor guy? Insane.
I mean... I'd rather be in a nuthouse and chewing on my own hair, which of course would have grown to a really luxurious length not like Fabio's ugly wig looking stuff either, it's going to be soft and flowing, and people will WANT to touch it, but I'll be crazy. Crazy and chewing on my own hair, and hoping it doesn't form little balls of hair in my intestines, because apparently that's what happens to crazy people.
But I would RATHER do that, then what the Doctor wants me to do.