What’s your inner voice saying to you right now?
Mine’s saying, “Damn, I want some BBQ ribs tonight”.
“You gotta stop reading the SDMB and clean up the kitchen now.”
Which one?
Mine’s saying, “Let it go.” because I am trying to not obsess about someone right now.
Look into my eyes… you are feeling sleepy. Just close your eyes for a minute and everything’ll be morning. That’s it, just one mo
“I’m Jake the Peg, tweedle-tweedle-tweedle-tweedle-dum, with an extra leg tweedle-tweedle-tweedle-tweedle-dum…”
‘‘Kill him, kill him, kill him. Shoot him in the face and make for the mountain pass with the loot. Don’t worry about the taxidermist’s wife, she’s afraid of heights. They’ll never find you, you’re too clever, you’re too pretty and you’re too smart.’’
The one on my left sholder is saying “One more beer won’t hurt, you don’t have to get up for work until 4:30.” The one on my right sholder is saying “It’s only 9:00, one more, but thats IT.”
Am I going to regret qutting my job tomorrow?
Do I have to keep studying tonight?
Do I have to go to work on Tuesday?
oh, and j66, good luck!
I am the LUCKIEST woman on the face of the earth.
Mine’s muttering about food and wishing the cupboards weren’t bare…
TACOS!
Mine is telling me to stay in Oklahoma and not go back to England.
I think it is probably quite right, so am trying to confuse it into silence with vast quantities of gin & tonic and Carnivale on HBO. Bear in mind Carnivale is being watched thru ‘tv snow’ as I don’t legally get HBO. Now inner voice wants HBO. Sheesh.
Inner voices do not understand the complexities of making a flat sellable, packing up 17 years of life, and the fact that a job would have to be found in Tulsa, which is damn near impossible.
My inner voice is a whining child … just when I’m about to fall asleep, it starts shouting for attention.
Bring on the gin!!!
Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
Yes, 7 up, good point. I should go home to London to look after my cats, I’ve been told they’ve been missing me.
I hope I feel that way in two weeks …
or even tomorrow afternoon.
“You driveling idiot, get yer ass of the computer chair and into that Economics lecture!”
Can’t… scratch… cut…
But it itches, precious…
No, no, can’t scratch…
But we wants to, precious…
It’ll never heal…
Just a teeny little scratchy, precious. It itches so…
I used to find the whole Gollum voice upsetting, but I find we gets used to it over time, don’t we, precious?
“Screw the consequences, we needa go to New York, right goddamn now!”