I did not eat those potato chips.
I did not eat those fancy chocolates.
I did not eat that whole box of conversation hearts.
And I most certainly did not watch The Girls Next Door.
Alright....maybe I did.
It's called mid-winter blues or SAD or something like that. Whatever it is that's got me doing the salty-sweet-thing and the must-watch-train-wreck-TV-thing, it's gotta stop. I'm not sure what pill I need to take, what prayers I need to recite or what kind of self-help book I need to consult! But, I know this---I am not doing any of it by my own free will. I am hearing voices. Calling me. Yelling to me. Placing demands on me. Taking me by force.
Those voices made me eat those chips, followed by those chocolates, followed by those sugary hearts then followed by those potato chips again. And, all the while, those voices placed me in a big comfy chair, put a faux fur throw over my lap, turned on the TV and made me sit there and watch three blonde, big boobed sweetie pies and one old, silk-robe-wearing man prance around some big mansion.
The voices made me do it all. I swear on a stack of shoes.
Am I the only one hearing these voices?
Just askin'
4 comments:
Lord Judi you are not the only one! Last night I ate Cheetos and Pop Tarts...WTF??? I puked them up later because my stomach was so sick. Oh..and I also ate Hershey's Kisses...the caramel ones. Not a good combo! We need to stop the train...we want to get off!
Jody
Those voices, hell there's so many of them I give them names.
You mean we shouldn't be hearing those voices?
Oh, Judi, we all mess up. Especially when we hear "the voices". I feel your pain. Tomorrow is a new day and the voices might not be so loud.
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