My inner child that is. I was too wired in Social class and I just zoooooomed through the reading comprehension and vocabulary tests (they were easy anyway -snorts-) and now… now I have the urge to watch Disney movies but I don’t have any. I’ve lost Mulan and I don’t own any others that I can think of offhand, nor that I can find. So right now I am listening to the Mulan soundtrack (We Are Men is playing right now) to keep the urge to go out and buy/rent a Disney movie with money I don’t have till the end of the week.
I really need to pick up some… Mulan again and I need to get The Lion King, Pocahontas, Sleeping Beauty, Fantasia, Fantasia 2000… -tries to think up some of the other ones she loved-
I was going to get a babysitter for my inner child because I have so much work to do, but thought better of it. I realized we haven’t spent much time together lately, so I treated her (and me) tonight to a show at Cirque du Soleil “La Nouba” at Downtown Disney.
My inner child and I are getting along much better now: we both needed this night out big time. Our hands hurt from applauding so much, we giggled and cheered and ate sushi during the show (phenominal show, by the way), and we even laughed together about me forgetting where I parked the car and spending ferschlugginah 20 minutes looking for it after the show. (It was in the front row of the parking lot: I never usually get a spot so close to the theatres.) In fact, we are listening to the soundtrack right now.
My inner child and the other framer’s inner child went outside at work today and chunked the broken fax machine about ten feet into the air next to the dumpster to watch it break into pieces, and then I ripped the circuit board and LCD screen out and kept it.
Then my boss got mad because apparently we were supposed to send it back to the warehouse. Oops.
I know the feeling. We cleaned out the basement at work the other week and there were a lot of old computers. My coworkers were a little too enthusiastic pitching them into the dumpster…
I’m with Khadaji, though. I don’t have an inner child. I have an inner old man. Maybe even not so inner. I suspect when that old bastard comes bursting out some day, he’ll look like the old guy from Courage the Cowardly Dog.
LOL. Thanks for the laugh. Hope you aren’t in too much trouble.
My inner old man is once again manifest today. He is grumpy as all get out. We are lucky he hasn’t starting hitting people with sticks, as he often threatens to do. (big sticks.) But the good news is, it is Friday!!!