Talkin’ to myself
I made burritos for the third day in a row yesterday and while I was cooking I noticed I was saying some weird shit. Do you ever catch yourself talking to yourself but saying really bizarre things? You could be trying to open a pickle jar and you’ll start saying, “Open up you piece of shit!” Recently, I’ve been saying even odder things.
“You thought you could escape the wrath of my plastic horror forced down upon you?” What the hell was I saying? I looked around, trying to figure out why I just said that and saw that I was just wrapping up half a tomato to put back into the fridge.
“Expecto Patronum this bitch!” I killed a gnat while taking a shower last night. Apparently it didn’t stand a chance against my anti-Dementor patronus.
I think I’m losing it. Usually, I say something that has nothing to do with what I’m doing like hanging my clothes to dry while mumbling, “So you thought you could fool me? Be prepared to face the iron of doom!” It’s getting hot again so I can’t wear jackets that cover my wrinkled shirts. I hate ironing, “You think you’re hotter than the sun huh? Too bad you die when I unplug this!”
Maybe it’s living alone…
June 13th, 2007 at 5:25 pm
Talking to oneself is the first sign of madness.
June 14th, 2007 at 2:22 pm
i think the first sign of madness is neglecting personal hygiene…so you might be ok scotty.
June 14th, 2007 at 3:14 pm
oh crap, I ran out of toothepaste :/