Inquiring minds want to know...
I don't know what bugs me more, not being able to sleep or the stupid things I think about while I can't sleep. So tonight this is what I was thinking about.
My blog, I was thinking of doing a piece on how nice it is to have my hand held by a man. I was gonna base it off of this salesguy at the mall tonight that tried to sell me something to make my nails look like they had been professionally manicured. Here's the problem with my nails, 1) I don't have any cuz I have chewed them to bits, 2) I could care less if they look like they have been professionally manicured. So why would I let some strange man hold my hand, and buff my poor little fingernail until I could see my reflection in it? I really do not have an answer for that. All I am going to say is that I liked it. Maybe tomorrow after work I can stop by his kiosk again and get him to show me again, pretend I am convinced his product really would work for me, but still play hard to get, these sales people you gotta know how to play the game. He thinks he has me, he thinks he can sweet talk me, and hold my hand, and I will buy his lies. WELL I WON'T! Yeah, so I can't sleep.
Then I was thinking about getting some pictures of myself done. Not only is this a silly idea because pictures cost money and I don't have any money, but also I hate myself in pictures, probably one of the reasons I became a photographer, if you are always behind the lens you have a good reason for not being in any pictures. So let's just suppose I was going to have pictures taken for real, I was thinking I should take some with my guitar since music is supposed to be right up there on my list of priorities, which reminds me about my library books/guitar videos that were due back last week. I hope I can afford the fine. You know what? my guitar is dirty I need to polish it, I don't have any guitar polisher stuff. Moving right along on my A.D.D. journey I thought maybe I could take pictures with my new stuffed alligator that my parents got for me on their recent trip to Florida. The first alligator in a long line of alligators if my OCD parents go down that road. (Just ask my sister about how many yellow duckies can fit in one bathroom) But I can't take pictures with it, because it doesn't have a name. There was that cool name at Bible study last night Nicanor or something, no that sounds too much like Nicotine. Oh I know Nixon, no wait he was a US president, then I thought Jackson, oh wait he was a US president too. Do you know how many president's last names end in an "N"? Let me list off a few for your benefit, Nixon, Jackson, Reagan, Clinton, Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, Harrison, Johnson, and that's all I could think of. Yeah so I can't sleep.
My blog, I was thinking of doing a piece on how nice it is to have my hand held by a man. I was gonna base it off of this salesguy at the mall tonight that tried to sell me something to make my nails look like they had been professionally manicured. Here's the problem with my nails, 1) I don't have any cuz I have chewed them to bits, 2) I could care less if they look like they have been professionally manicured. So why would I let some strange man hold my hand, and buff my poor little fingernail until I could see my reflection in it? I really do not have an answer for that. All I am going to say is that I liked it. Maybe tomorrow after work I can stop by his kiosk again and get him to show me again, pretend I am convinced his product really would work for me, but still play hard to get, these sales people you gotta know how to play the game. He thinks he has me, he thinks he can sweet talk me, and hold my hand, and I will buy his lies. WELL I WON'T! Yeah, so I can't sleep.
Then I was thinking about getting some pictures of myself done. Not only is this a silly idea because pictures cost money and I don't have any money, but also I hate myself in pictures, probably one of the reasons I became a photographer, if you are always behind the lens you have a good reason for not being in any pictures. So let's just suppose I was going to have pictures taken for real, I was thinking I should take some with my guitar since music is supposed to be right up there on my list of priorities, which reminds me about my library books/guitar videos that were due back last week. I hope I can afford the fine. You know what? my guitar is dirty I need to polish it, I don't have any guitar polisher stuff. Moving right along on my A.D.D. journey I thought maybe I could take pictures with my new stuffed alligator that my parents got for me on their recent trip to Florida. The first alligator in a long line of alligators if my OCD parents go down that road. (Just ask my sister about how many yellow duckies can fit in one bathroom) But I can't take pictures with it, because it doesn't have a name. There was that cool name at Bible study last night Nicanor or something, no that sounds too much like Nicotine. Oh I know Nixon, no wait he was a US president, then I thought Jackson, oh wait he was a US president too. Do you know how many president's last names end in an "N"? Let me list off a few for your benefit, Nixon, Jackson, Reagan, Clinton, Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, Harrison, Johnson, and that's all I could think of. Yeah so I can't sleep.
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