Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Inadequit

I googled it. It's supposed to be inadequate.
When I'm driving, random words pop into my mind and I try to figure out why they happen to come out. I talk to myself, I pick my nose, I sing. I refuse to look over at whoever is driving next to me because I pick my nose without realizing it. Have you ever eaten your own booger? I haven't. I was just asking.

Today at work I tried to say homicide and it came out as homo-cide.

Society me is stupid.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night to look up health symptoms. This week I was convinced I had TSS.
Obviously I survived.

From 7am-11pm I feel inadequate.
I'm only adequate in my dreams.

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