Monday Judgements and Warnings

You’re talking, you’re talking, you’re talking and this is me:

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I am actively listening and have a pleasant expression. There is nothing out of the ordinary going on. Just a back and forth between two people. Well, really, it’s more like a constant FORTH toward me from you and I realize that a half hour has gone by and you haven’t stopped talking and I start to wonder when or if you will stop. And then this is me:

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And so you’re still talking. You’re talking, you’re talking, oh! you’re laughing at something you said, HA!HA!HA! Then something changes. Something shifts in the air between us and things start to feel wrong. Maybe it’s the fact that I ate one too many dates. Maybe it’s the fact that I start to wonder if I switched the laundry out before I left the house. Maybe you remind me of Pol Pot— I don’t know because I’m starting to lose consciousness. And then you say it. You use a word that has no place in everyday conversation. You refer to yourself as a CHANTEUSE. And then this is me:

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Ok shush up now,
Lorraine the Lackluster Listener

10 Comments on "Monday Judgements and Warnings"

  1. buggy says:

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  2. Cupcake Murphy says:

    Were you there too? I didn’t see you.

  3. The Zadge says:

    I can bet you a bazillion pesos that you will never, ever in your lifetime hear me refer to myself as a chanteuse.

  4. ( X X )
    . .

  5. I tried to make a monkey face.
    I failed.

    • Cupcake Murphy says:

      Join the club. It took me 78 hours to make my 3 faces and buggy up there had problemos of his own.

  6. Thank you as always for your support, Cupcake.

  7. MidLyfeMama says:

    Hell, I actually sing, in public, and people sit and listen to me, and I STILL would never use that word to describe myself.