This was me today.
What does “you talk white mean?”
“Why can’t we all just get along?”
Life’s a bitch. Then you die.
Is Disney really the happiest place on earth?
People are crazy!
I need to get off my lazy ass and go to the gym. I can officially pinch more than an inch.
Really?
I’m ready to go home? (actually I said that out loud)
Is it time to go home yet? Damn!
I need to go to Target and get: toothpaste, laundry detergent, . . . Call my hairdresser. What else do I need from Target? Milk, Orange Juice, storage bin, . . . Oh crap, I forgot to call the allergist. Call the bookstore. (this was by far the most focused thought I had all day, and that’s not saying to much!)
Even though this isn’t a squirrel moment. I was having one at the time. A coworker was talking to me and all I heard were the sounds the adults make in Charlie Brown when they’re talking to the kids. I had to stop her and say, “Sorry I wasn’t listening.”
The Broken Spine 