the world is crazy. thoughts of everything form genocide to people who leave their dog's crap on the sidewalk have me depressed and convinced and losing my mind.   if you stare at any inanimate object long enough it looks like it's moving. the sock in the corner of nick's room is inching malevolently and i am terrified that it's going to start talking to me if he doesn't come back soon.  the next thing i know i've become convinced that there is a secret message embedded in the text written on the back of the shampoo bottle that i read when i'm bored in the shower.  several nights of carefully attempted decoding offer nothing revelatory. i start asking myself WHY, why this bottle of shampoo?  why did i buy this bottle of shampoo and not some other bottle? i trace it all back to a guy who looked at me sideways on the bus once back in '07.  who the hell is this guy?? i stress and pull my hair out over it until i realize that really, it all goes back to some guy dragging some girl into a cave way back in some protohuman primate thing i've forgotten about since intro to physical anthropology something something.  every time i say anything my ideas get all embarrassed and dejected and want to crawl back into the womb of my mouth.  my whole existence is hurtling toward the point where i either can't take it anymore or don't have to (as it is with everyone).  another failed attempt, another parking ticket, another restless night, another failed brittney spears comeback and i just can't!