Yes, Charlie Sheen waited until I was back at work to have a manic melt down that makes Tom Cruise look positively mellow. Damn you, Charlie! How am I supposed to get my fanatic fan fix if I'm no longer lolling around all day in my pajamas to watch the story develop?
Seriously, how could you do this to me, Charlie? Did I not care enough about winning? Was it because your real life treatment of women was cooling my enthusiasm for Two and a Half Men? Were my veins sadly lacking in tiger blood? Was my last girls' night soiree not bitchin' enough for you? And although I'm not a rock star from Mars, I might be from Venus. Isn't that close enough for you? I could be high on Charlie Sheen! But you won't let me. No, you rejected my attempts at voyeurism by waiting until I was no longer available to worship at the altar of Charlie Sheen.
But that's okay. I can cure myself of my disappointment. I can talk myself down, now that I know your secret of success. I'll just use the power of thought. I have an amazing brain that's so powerful it would melt your face off. Forget those loser 12 step programs! I'll think about it and make it so! I'll raise my victory sign to my cheek like I'm holding an imaginary giant stogy from your walk-in humidor and tap my fist to my chest and all will be well.
Two Seconds later...
Hey! It really worked! I no longer crave news of Charlie Sheen.
See this hand motion, Charlie?
At least I still have a job to go to.
So sorry my life is so much less bitchin’ than yours, Charlie.... I planned it that way.
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