I need to buy dog food did I leave the coffe pot on what is the 3rd word that ends in gry whoa nice rack i need to buy cat food is my fly open his hovercraft is full of eels I hate my job i wonder how much a good ax cost did I just say that in my out loud voice whoa nice rack
Mostly they just say things like “Let us out of here! This place is crazy… I mean, an hour ago I got attacked by an eyeball squid. What is wrong with this place? Seriously, man, you really-- HOLY CRAP A THRANDANGLE BEAST!!! AHHH! IT’S TEARING MY ARMS OFF AND HITTING ME WITH THEM! AAARRRGGGHHH! THE PAIN!”
So usually I just ignore them. Sometimes it’s hard to get to sleep.
I am the voices in my head.
“Mister Dobalena, Mister Bob Dobalena
China Clipper calling Alameda
Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self defense.”
…but I never hear the “zilch”.
They usually talk amongst themselves, and leave me out of everything.
What’s really annoying is when the voices in my head talk in Russian. I always feel like they’re talking about me. When I ask them, they say they aren’t but I think they’re snickering inside. Bastards.
“Shit, did I just fuck that up? Was I supposed to do that? No, wrong screen. Everything’s fine, girl, you’re just on autopilot. Damn, wish I were outside, running around. I wonder what the cats are doing. What’s that smell? Yes I hear you, shut up now. No I can’t fix the damn plotter right now, can’t you see I’m busy? Don’t forget to delete those files after you’re done. I hope I can keep myself together a little longer. I hope I’m sane. I don’t feel sane. I can’t wait to quit, but man I’m going to feel sorry for everyone. Oh well, I can’t clue them in anyways. What if it turns out I hate school? What if I fuck that up? I’m good at fucking up. I’m not going to make any friends, that’s for sure. Too old, too boring, not pretty enough to be on this campus, don’t listen to the right music or drive the right car, or have the right major. God my ass is big. I need to go home and have a martini.”
Everything.
Seriously, for me it’s like a huge dinner party where everyone is having a conversation. I have to ‘tune in’ to one of the conversations to hear what they’re saying. I think it’s the reason I often have tangential thoughts.
Tripler
Hell, see my sigline below.
I know a psychiatrist who would like a word with every one of you. Some more than others.
Kill my landlord
Kill my landlord
C-I-L-L Kill my landlord
Dude, the voice in your head is a psychiatrist?!? Whoa. That’s messed up.
I think we’re listening to the same channel!
It’s like I’m talking to myself, in my head, and keep interrupting myself.
And I can NEVER SHUT UP. I’ve tried. It’s exhausting.
Actually, I have heard voices–or rather a voice–on a couple of occasions; both times they told me to get out of bed. The first one sounded exactly like one of my brothers and the second I didn’t pay much attention to. Mostly I just “hear” random noises.
“Hopefully you got through that conversation without too much damage. Let’s see…IDIOT! You shouldn’t have said that. Why must you always say something so stupid? You’re such a fucking moron. You should have said this instead. This is almost like that time where you said {insert various embarassing stupid thing I did}. Remember that? You were so fucking pathetic. You’re still pathetic. Honestly, how could you fuck that up? Only you can do something like that, jackass. And now they’re probably laughing at you. Probably? They are laughing at you right now. You’re better off just keeping your damn mouth shut. What made you think anyone cared about what you had to say? You don’t say anything of substance. They’d rather speak with a retarded monkey than talk to you. God, you’re so fucking pathetic, I almost pity you. Almost.”
You know, now that I think about it, I’m starting to think that that’s not very normal. 
I think that from time to time too, RandMcnally. Just so’s ya know.
But there are several people in this thread who could stand a little time lying down on a couch. Just sayin’.
I could go for a nap right about now.
Not your couch! 
I can’t tell… I don’t speak Dutch.
Mine talk about whatever they want to, whenever they want to, and without any sort of logical timing as to subject matter.