I am always making lists. I cannot operate with out lists. They make me feel productive and safe.
Why “safe”? Don’t ask me these questions. It’s how I FEEL. I don’t need to have a REASON. GAWL.
[When I was a teenager, “gawl” was my biggest expression of disgust. I said it ALL THE TIME. My siblings will still occasionally bring it up, throwing the word at me, faces all repulsed and contorted and dramatic. Apparently, that is how they remember me at age 14.
I couldn’t help it, though – it wasn’t easy being SUPERIOR to EVERYONE. In the UNIVERSE. FOREVER. INFINITY. GAWL.]
Anyway, I just made a list of “actors I do not trust.” I wrote it on a Post-It note. It says:
And I felt like telling you.
Now, I feel it necessary to acknowledge that I might be wasting your time these days… but then again, you’re HERE, aren’t you? Lurking in the shadows? Creepily reading my thoughts? Distractedly entertained for roughly 45 seconds every day this week?
Heeeyyy-ooooooh, it’s been awhile since I’ve gotten 5 in a row! I should take myself out for a nice steak dinner. Congrats, self.
I’m taking my ping-ponging thoughts elsewhere before someone loses an eye. I’ll see you on Monday.
Don’t pretend like you won’t be back. I love you.