Good eggs.
I, I thought of that old joke, y’know, the, this… this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, “Doc, uh, my brother’s crazy; he thinks he’s a chicken.” And, uh, the doctor says, “Well, why don’t you turn him in?” The guy says, “I would, but I need the eggs.” Well, I guess that’s pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y’know, they’re totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and… but, uh, I guess we keep goin’ through it because, uh, most of us… need the eggs.
(with love to Alvi Singer)
5 Comments
jace says:
January 22, 2010 at 12:02 am
Nice!
This autofocus theme is great too. But I’m not lazy to blog….
Gin says:
January 22, 2010 at 7:23 am
Wait, you’re *not* lazy to blog?
Jace says:
January 22, 2010 at 8:21 am
And also illiterate.
Kristina says:
January 22, 2010 at 10:55 pm
Hey, gorgeous shot! You, my friend, are a genius. I love the way your mind works!!!
Gin says:
January 23, 2010 at 11:12 am
Tina, it’s easy when I have such great subjects!