There should be a statue of limitation on remorse. Like the number of Halloween candy you could eat as a kid before you got sick, or how many years it took for you to figure out what that number was. There should be a common sense stopping point. Or at the very least a built in mechanism that makes you black our when your to stupid to stop the merry go round on your own. I think mine is broken.
anybody got a spare...
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
imposed silence
My whole life I've wanted to lose my voice. I was the little kid whose mom would tell me to be quite or you'll lose your voice...and I would sing at the top of my lungs. It's right up there with passing out. It just fascinates me.
It's been an almost two week battle with a nasty buggard of a cold thingy, having numerous highs and lows. And only a few days of feeling like death warmed over, the rest of the time it's just been standing at the door flirting. When I woke up this morning my room mate said she probably didn't need to ask me how I was, since she heard me last night. I went to respond.....but the only thing that came out was my best impression of a mouse on crack.
So finally, after many years of valiant efforts, I have lost my voice. Next on the list. Pass out, learn to juggle, hot wire a car, and pick a lock. ;-)
It's been an almost two week battle with a nasty buggard of a cold thingy, having numerous highs and lows. And only a few days of feeling like death warmed over, the rest of the time it's just been standing at the door flirting. When I woke up this morning my room mate said she probably didn't need to ask me how I was, since she heard me last night. I went to respond.....but the only thing that came out was my best impression of a mouse on crack.
So finally, after many years of valiant efforts, I have lost my voice. Next on the list. Pass out, learn to juggle, hot wire a car, and pick a lock. ;-)
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