Talking to Myself

It's June already. I've got paint under my fingernails. My project/homework is taking forever to complete.

Talking to Myself

Alas, we have no more ice cream. I'm to starve all these evenings, with no dessert to fill my hungry stomach. Why must there be no ice cream for me to eat on these evening when I am hungriest? I've just come to realize that ice can be a bit bland sometimes. Rather, my mouth goes numb for a tiny bit and I can't really taste anything. What a bummer.

Talking to Myself #1

I like talking to myself. Somehow it just feels... like I'm talking to myself. :]

Oh, and the cool thing about it is, you don't have to make sense.

At all.

{Hey look, those are some pretty cupcakes!}

Just like how I am when I'm blogging.

Isn't that cool?

:D

Except... there are times when you don't catch yourself talking to yourself, so you don't really notice it when people stare at you weird and slowwwyyy waaalllkkkk aawwwaaaaayyyy.

Yeah.