Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
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In snarkier moments, of which I am not proud, I have severely judged people who answer the question "What are you thinking?" with "Nothing." And mean it.
On the other hand, given the content of my particular dialog, sometimes I'm envious of that response.
It is very rarely quiet in my head, hence, the ambien CR. if I wake up between 2 and 3 == the voices are loud. and annoying. and stupid.
wrod. this. But I think if I took anything I'd be in a coma for a week. But then again, this is Phoenix in July...who would notice?
In snarkier moments, of which I am not proud, I have severely judged people who answer the question "What are you thinking?" with "Nothing." And mean it.
For me, that "Nothing," tends to mean, "Um, I didn't know there was going to be a quiz about it, and I have already forgotten," or, "Nothing that I'd care to admit to out loud lest I be thought completely wacko," or possibly, "Very unflattering things about you, your mother, and several mentally handicapped donkeys."
"Very unflattering things about you, your mother, and several mentally handicapped donkeys."
I had not considered this highly likely possibility.
The "I didn't know there would be a quiz" is, I think, another quite popular option...especially among my past boyfriends.
Ask me what I am thinking and it flies right out of my head to be replaced by something along the lines of "Oh, crap, say something, preferably in English"
When I worked at an agricultural chemicals warehouse, we had walkie-talkies to communicate between the main office and the warehouse. I hated using the things. One time I said some long sentence about filling an order and how I thought we could manage to get it delivered under near-impossible conditions. Then the office manager asked if I could repeat it. And I had to say, "No, because I don't remember what I said."
All the warehouse guys laughed at me for at least a week on that one.
Oh, I hate having to repeat what I just said, because I don't keep a tape running. Hubby does, darn him.
Someone call JZ. I'm in Salon letters and I can't get out.
Someone call JZ. I'm in Salon letters and I can't get out.
She's psychically telling you to flee and save your sanity! It's Not WORTH IT!!!!