This blog received its title from a very good friend, albeit extremely witty and sarcastic friend, who found it hysterical.
Now I assume most people would be offended if they were called a psycho. Or were told they babble. Not me.
An incident that occurred yesterday will make his reasons behind his name suggestion a little clearer.
Because I’m lazy, I decided to take a cab to work from the hotel I was staying at. It wasn’t a long ride and the driver pulled up right at the front entrance.
I pay and attempt to exit the taxi. The door handle doesn’t budge and the door wouldn’t open.
I try it again. The handle doesn’t budge and the door doesn’t open.
I try it again, this time panicking just a little.
The fourth attempt, I’m all ” HOLY SHIT I’M IN THE BONE COLLECTORS CAB”* as I kick the door open.
(This all happened in the span of about five seconds)
It was just stuck and needed a little extra push.
*In case you don’t know, the Bone Collector is a book and movie about a serial killer taxi driver who abducts his victims in his cab.
I also refuse to go camping because The Blair Witch might get me.
Apparently I also watch way too many horror movies.
Hope this clears things up a bit.