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sometimes my mind takes pictures. this can be very useful in doing the things i do in order to be able to afford to write this, but tends to leave me with some bizarre artifacts that i really have nothing to do with except post here. so: today, when i was driving home from the aforementioned, my mind took such a picture, and here it is: i witnessed a middle-aged frog lady in a fantastic getup. the pants were bright, day-glow yellow, with some black pattern repeated all about: "go red sox!", i saw when i got closer. her jacket was red, white, and blue: a red sox jacket, of course. it had a ginourmous logo on the back. she looked at me, i looked back at her. the look she transmitted was nowhere near the level of a "what are you looking at?" but was not exactly a "deer in the headlights," either. it was at that point i wondered if she had deliberately dressed up in such flourescent finery to provide entertainment for passing traffic-weary motorists, and was perhaps simply looking to see if i smiled... this made me sort of sad, until i realized: dressed how she was, she was likely to cause a car accident. later, i got to wondering: what would freud have thought about someone that did such a thing? now, i am writing this post. hello picture of post. should i write about you, next? what the hell would freud say about me? what would freud say about this post? what would freud say about freud?
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