our resident ducksman told us a funny story about one of our more acute, and clinically psychotic, clients. his name will now be calico.
apparently during room time, one of the staff heard calico singing along loudly to the chorus of "war" by edwin starr. staff checked in on him and told him that they liked that song. they asked if they could see his mp3 player and he was actually listening to "sweet home alabama" by lynyrd skynard. his mp3 player didn't even have "war" on it.
on a somewhat related note, i really realized the importance music plays in my life today. i was getting maintanance done on my car, and i forgot to take my cds with me because i didn't think my rental car would have a player. i forgot that it was 2008. anyways, the garage took longer than anticipated and i had to listen to the radio for a few days. i haven't listened to the radio in at least five years, and i really don't miss it. i was really sad to get in my 2007 chevy cobalt not only because of that fact, but also because i couldn't listen to my music. the minor inconveniences of not liking radio-friendly music! and i know what you're thinking alfred einsteen, but my computer isn't burning cds right now. :[ but thanks anyway!
*this title is what one of our clients typed in when he was searching for online porn at home.
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