Crazycrazy, crazycrazy, crazycrazy, crazycrazy crazyy

Sing it...K-Ci and JoJo style!

Anyway, moving on: don't mind my Scrubs addiction, I just find something in every episode to relate to my life.

Elliot is walking with Carla

Elliot: Carla, you know how I'm...really crazy?

Carla: Sure, what's up?

Elliot: It's just getting so hard to hide the crazy from Paul.

Carla: Oh, I hear you, girl. I mean, Turk and I are engaged--?

Elliot: Mm-hmm?

Carla: --and it wasn't until last week that I admitted the reason I don't touch the seat when I go to the bathroom isn't because of germs but because I'm afraid of toilet snakes.

Elliot: Aaaaand now so am I.

Carla: Look, I think, with men, you just have to hold out until they're invested enough they won't run away at the first thing that spooks them.

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Elliot comes up to Carla, all frazzled.

Elliot: I can't take it, Carla! I cannot hide the crazy a minute longer! And the worst part is, Paul is this sweet, perfect guy who actually wants to take things slow with me, and I'm just this big mountain of cuckoo who's about to erupt and spew molten crazy all over him, and he's gonna die like this:

She locks her face into a shocked, pained expression.

Carla: Calm down, Elliot. Do what I used to do -- find people who don't even know Paul, and then just let it out in little bursts.

Unfortunately, although I do try to "let the crazy out in little bursts," it is generally just with Matt. Sometimes with Hannah... and, often with my kids.

Those guys are stuck with me though.

Sometimes I want to just say exactly what I'm thinking to perfect strangers, though. Maybe if I start letting it out that way, I will eventually fool those who know me best into believing that I am not as weird as they once thought.