Pickachow!
The rants, ravings, musings, and general dickery of a hipster-esque ginger. Side-note: If you can figure out what "justsoelmo" means, you've just made a best friend for life.


So I just found out my mother’s pastor has a doctorate in psychology. The one time I spoke with him for a decent length, he spouted out rhetoric so sporadic and devoid of logical thought patterns that anytime I hear the words, “incoherent babble”, my mind automatically remembers that. It’s as though my brain is a dictionary, and anytime that phrase comes up, it’s like, “See: the time you spoke with that guy.”
If HE can get a doctorate…God, are they handing them out for Halloween now?