When do we decide if someone is batshit crazy?
I know. That term is politically incorrect. And I am not applying it to those with true mental illnesses. I’m talking about those times when eccentricity goes a wee bit…
My fish hate me
Every morning, my fish stare at me, blankly. I always wonder if they are hungry or don't like what I'm wearing.
Seriously. WTF.
Taken in Royal Oak, Michigan. Of course.
Eye bleach required, No. 2
Seriously. This is easily as bad as the male equivalent.
OK, no. That’s going too far, people.
Photo by Lizz
Don’t be jealous
One freak has continually eluded my camera. Three times now. I will persevere. Anyway, here is the breakdown of her attire, and I use that term loosely; she looks rather…
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