Verbal Diarrhea
Looking at myself in the mirror today - I've lost a little weight, and there are definite lines under my eyes. Those go away when I start sleeping again, right? I need a haircut. I look....ragged.
I came home tonight for an early doctor's appointment in the AM. I made it in just after 11pm, and found evidence of life, but no one was up. Tomorrow I'll be outta here, still without seeing an actual human member of my family. It's like the world's best hotel....they taped ER for me, left out my mail, and the fridge was stocked. Tomorrow some lovely ladies and I are going to a friend's fashion show (she's a fashion design major at Marist) in New York, I'm not clear on if this is City or State.
Ok, so the title. Whenever I do or say something I regret, it usually has to do with having said the wrong thing. Or way too much of it. A friend coined the term "verbal diarrhea"....and you all know why. The messy, obscene, completely uncontrollable spewage of words and ideas and stream of consciousness that have the potential to just destroy everything it touches. Are you just a little sick to your stomach yet? Because I was when I typed it.
It's 1:20am, dead quiet here (at home), and has been that way since at least 11. Last night the natives were restless until at least 2 or 2:30. Bed is calling me....
I fixed the myspace link.
I came home tonight for an early doctor's appointment in the AM. I made it in just after 11pm, and found evidence of life, but no one was up. Tomorrow I'll be outta here, still without seeing an actual human member of my family. It's like the world's best hotel....they taped ER for me, left out my mail, and the fridge was stocked. Tomorrow some lovely ladies and I are going to a friend's fashion show (she's a fashion design major at Marist) in New York, I'm not clear on if this is City or State.
Ok, so the title. Whenever I do or say something I regret, it usually has to do with having said the wrong thing. Or way too much of it. A friend coined the term "verbal diarrhea"....and you all know why. The messy, obscene, completely uncontrollable spewage of words and ideas and stream of consciousness that have the potential to just destroy everything it touches. Are you just a little sick to your stomach yet? Because I was when I typed it.
It's 1:20am, dead quiet here (at home), and has been that way since at least 11. Last night the natives were restless until at least 2 or 2:30. Bed is calling me....
I fixed the myspace link.
posted by Laura at 1:04:00 AM
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