Let Me Go Crazy, Crazy On You

August 23, 2012

I’m a clichéd 20-something, so my phone and I go everywhere together. We sleep next to each other, we road trip, we go out to bars. I’m a little worried it’s cramping my love life, but my phone can do more things than any guy I’ve ever dated and it doesn’t get all weird and accusatory when I ignore it or talk to other boys.

There’s a Mitch Hedberg joke that goes, “Sometimes in the middle of the night, I think of something that’s funny, then I go get a pen and I write it down. Or if the pen’s too far away, I have to convince myself that what I thought of ain’t funny.” Because my phone and I have fused together to become one socially awkward superhuman, I don’t have to worry about finding a pen in the middle of the night any more– I just type myself a quick note and go back to sleep. Unfortunately, there are two flaws in this system.

The Terrible Two:

1) Because I write things down as soon as I think of them and assume I will review them in the morning, I never give myself any context. Of course, I don’t look at them the next morning. I find them weeks or months later and have absolutely no idea where they came from.

2) At some point after 1 a.m., I lose my mind. Not only do I have no context for the notes– I also have no idea what some of them mean. They read like a description of a Salvador Dali painting.

Yep. That’s about right.

I don’t want to delete them in case I remember why they were so brilliant (not that that’s going to happen), so I have all these notes to myself– crazy half-written tweets, elaborately-titled lists, observations I thought were really meaningful at 3 a.m.– and I’ve had nowhere to put them. UNTIL NOW.

Late Night Notes from My Phone, Arranged from “Relatively Sane” to “Intensely Crazy Pants”

Places I Want to Kiss You, or, A Proposition in Prepositions:

– In stairwells

– Beneath trees

– Behind shelves

– Over dinner

– In front of people we hate

– Around people we like

– Underwater

– Out of doors

– In a hot air balloon

– In a bouncy castle

– After the gym

– Before the gym

– On a plain

– In Spain

– In the rain

Luckily, the rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.

Places I’ve Actually Kissed You:

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Plans for My Life

Plan A: Get a job where I can eat pie and pet dogs all day. Is that a thing?

Plan B: Marry an astronaut. Does this make sense as a plan? Yes. Yes, it does. [Note: No. No, it does not.] This is definitely the best plan I’ve ever had! [Note: It probably is.]

Deep Thoughts

– “To flirt” sounds like something you should do in the bathroom by yourself and never, ever talk about in polite company. Now every time my friends ask me if I think a guy was flirting, I’m just going to shout “YOU’RE DISGUSTING!” and not explain myself.

– If King Kong grabbed me and climbed up the Empire State Building, I would probably scream like a man. I need to practice feminine screaming.

– If Han Solo put down his blaster and Indiana Jones put down his whip and they got in a fight, who would win? I DON’T KNOW.

I’m pretty sure Harrison Ford comes out on top.

– Is Sandra Bullock doing ok? I hope she’s doing ok.

– For some reason, yelling “STOP DATING CRAZY PEOPLE!” at my friends has not resolved any of their issues.

– It freaks me out when people follow me on Twitter, but not as much as it freaks me out when people follow me in real life.

I Don’t Even Know

– Conan O’Brien has baby hands! BABY HANDS! BAAAAAAABYYYYY HAAAAANNNDS!!!

You’ll just have to trust me.

– An extremely short, extremely true story: The one time I went to a strip club, this really curvy stripper kissed my neck and purred at me and then told me I’d been a bad kitty. She asked me to put a dollar bill in my mouth so she could grab it with hers and get better tips from the men, but I told her I wouldn’t. She starting yelling at me and telling me she wanted a divorce and that she was taking kids. It was very confusing, but I have no regrets. Who knows where that dollar bill and stripper had been?

– I wish my name was Liesel Injection.

– When I start to fall asleep with my head under the covers, I can never tell if I’m tired or dying from lack of oxygen.

– Platypuses are the Judd Nelsons of the animal kingdom’s Breakfast Club.

– The scariest Halloween trick of all: We’re all going to die alone.

– Man. I would be an awkward ghost.

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