So, you know how sometimes when you're trying to blog, all you can think about is how you need more area rugs?
Clearly, I'm having trouble putting cohesive thoughts together.
Wait, that's not it.
Okay, you know how sometimes you're really tired and you say to yourself (or your cat), "Man, I'm exhausted. I'm going to sleep so well tonight!"
Four hours later, as you stare at the ceiling, you wonder what went wrong.
Usually, I just can't turn my brain off and every single thought I've ever had suddenly rushes into my mind and becomes very important.
I think that's where my head is right now because it's all I can do to complete some of these sentences.
Here is a sample of a smattering of the many thoughts churning in my melon:
What color is puce?
I should learn to sew.
Sewing should be easier.
I'm cold.
Do I own too many scarves?
I definitely own too many hats.
Should I donate them?
If I donate a couple, that means I could buy some more.
I don't want to learn to cook.
I'm hot.
I wish green grapes were healthier than red grapes.
Daisy, Daisy, sour cream...
I guess I would've been Sporty Spice by default.
Did she turn out to be a lesbian?
I would've picked Reid.
Who doesn't like fondue?
Do a dollop, do, do a dollop of Daisy...
I hate it how when I want fried eggs, I break the yolk but when I want scrambled eggs, the yolks come out perfectly.
David Hyde Pierce.
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LOL! You kill me. In the affectionate way. Not in the Damher and a dollop of Daisy way. And I TOTALLY get what you mean about your mind turning on like a switch when you go to bed.
Xanax is my BFF.
haa! i know exactly what you mean. thankfully i'm an insomniac so i have time to finish out my random thoughts...but man, now i can't stop thinking about sour cream
reid.
what the hell is she going to do with gay ed? he's chest hairy and tightly crosses his legs. ew.
reid.
i love him more than my husband.
seriously.
i will be very uncomfortable if they try to make him the next guy.
watching him kiss several women for a season may be the end of me.
I know I'm capable of thinking clearly and of putting meaningful thoughts together, but sometimes all I get is gobbldigook. I don't believe I've ever pondered sour cream, but I have wondered about the tiresome art of macrame and about why red blood cells look like ruby-colored thumbprint cookies.
I love this post. You should do stream-of-consciousness more often.
love it---
btw if you get bored, tagged you.
You are crazy!! I hope you did sleep after this post? :)
ps- You should always blog like this right before bed!
I love to BE a follower, but evidently SOMEONE doesn't know how to follow, as in faithfully.
(I HATE the reader. What's up with that?)
You are now on my sidebar, which is a huge honor.
Or no.
This is hysterical.
You are always funny, if funny equals humorous.
(I checked, and it DOES.)
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