Random scribble of random dribble

Forgive the transient nature of my posts and thought scribblings, but with ADHD you are always in a state of abrupt randomness, often on the brink of something unpredictable and often chaotic. Like having to contend with a crazy ex yanking away at the steering column while blazing at Mach 5 down the highway, once again finding yourself smack dab in the middle of a good ol' fashioned Tyler Durden-off. And as the two of you advertise zero desire or movement toward the steering wheel for a wee bit of a correction, LEST YE BE CHICKEN. The unattended beast begins to gently sway and list to one side, eventually catching the drunk man's braille, and just as you're about to launch into the strata on your maiden voyage, you're left with all but two thoughts. The first being rather tardy to class, with the realization that you were the crazy ex the whole time, and the second, coming as you begin your rapid ascent into nothingness, and as you careen off the side of the highway, in stellar fashion, you are left pondering one final pre-coma thought, that the Dust Brothers are a pretty damn good pre-com...

"Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken."

-Tyler Durden