| conversations with myself...... |
| Sometimes I have weird conversations in my head... with myself.... they're stupid... and I laugh at my own stupidity so here you go... you can laugh at how stupid I am too... say hello to the voices in my head..... |
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| (In a crappy mood, making beef and salad sandwiches at work, not weighing out anything) I don't think that was fifty grams So? So if Miss Maud came in and saw that I'd be in so much trouble!! Yeah... well one day I'm going to be really really rich! And then I'll buy Miss Maud herself! What would you do with her? I'd.... make her wear a jesters hat with bells on it and dance around for me like a puppet!!! |
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| (Watching some tv show where a guy is about to die...) I bet he says 'Tell my wife I love her!' (he says it) How did you know that? That's what they always say. I wish they'd come up with something else.. it's so cliche... Like what? Like... 'Tell my wife.. not to forget to buy milk!' or "Tell my wife her mother is an old bat!" Or "Tell my wife she can finally bone the postman?" Thats the spirit! |
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| (Watching a guy on the train) I hate yellow. I'm going to glare at that guy. He won't know why. But that's what he deserves for wearing yellow. I hate yellow. Doesn't he know I hate yellow? You can't expect everyone to dress in the colour you want them to you know I know.. but yellow should be outlawed. it's hideous He's actually kinda cute... Yeah if it weren't for being draped from head to toe in yellow! he's only wearing a yellow shirt And it's a FUBU shirt... oh that's even worse It can't be head to toe... it's more like... neck to waist really My retinas are burning!!!!! |
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| (Looking in the fridge for potato salad dressing) Where the hell is it?! (finding it) why is the empty bottle in the fridge?! Someone didn't throw it out Who's stupid enough to use the last of the potato salad dressing and put the empty bottle back in the fridge? You had potato salad for dinner yesterday didn't you? Oh.. well that's okay then. (putting it back in the fridge) |
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| I wonder if Brian Molko knows how hot he is.... Of course he does Nah I bet he doesn't.. I bet he wakes up every morning and looks in the mirror and goes "bleugh" I bet his girlfriend knows how hot he is I bet she doesn't Why's that? Cos she's not me! True... If I saw her I'd have to tell her how hot he is... Or just kick her in the face and run like hell! |
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