On self-talking convos and grilled chicken
A glimpse inside my head.
But, I feel I should warn you.
Sometimes I talk to myself.
And it would be rude not to answer.
So, my convo's have been known to go like this...
"Well, it's not like you never cook anymore,"
I said this to myself while eating a cold piece of grilled chicken at way past midnight the other night.
And this is the part where I felt it would be rude not to answer...
Well, I practically never cook.
And I definitely don't clean the house anymore.
"You never cleaned anyway. I fail to see the difference."
True. But now I don't even feel guilty about not cleaning.
And that makes me feel bad.
So anything good going on, Sunshine?
Or is your whole life a giant bowl of cherry pits?"
Well, now that I'm working, I don't worry about money as much as I used to...
"Always a plus. Money is good. Worry is not."
this was said thoughtfully while finishing the rest of the chicken.
And I go shopping more often.
I just bought these brand new black and white polka dot shoes.
Yes, you're life is definitely not worth living.
Shutup and go to bed."
At which point I ate a banana and went to bed.
I ate two bananas.
One for each of us.
See you kids next week.
(both of us)