Guys. Apparently people aren’t as afraid of being murdered as they are of being alone. And someone wrote an academic thesis about it.
I, on the other hand, am way more afraid of being murdered than I am of being alone. So there’s my problem right there.*
*Well, that and the fact that I fall down while bowling around strangers. That might also be a problem.
LOL My Thesis may be my new favorite thing on the Internet for today. And that’s even counting my blog, which usually gets a biased vote from me. For one thing, it makes me feel more academically reassured about my own thesis-for-bachelor’s-degree. For another, it both makes me want to go back to school, and reminds me why I chose NOT to go to grad school.
These are complex feelings for a one-liner Tumblr blog to trigger.
It also makes me ponder questions I have never pondered before, like:
Face it. You want to know more about that,too.
So, to keep your paralyzing curiosity distracted, and therefore not paralyzing, here is a terrifying picture of a clown. A strange man at my favorite antique fair** tried to sell it to my friends and me***. I don’t know why they wouldn’t buy it.
**Weird flea market masquerading as an antique fair.
***You just checked this grammar in your head, didn’t you? I swear, “me” is correct in this instance, you cute little grammar nazi you.
I mean, it would just look so amazing in their living room. I even offered to buy it for them.
Some people just have no love of art.