Saturday, June 14, 2008
my subconscious is such a dork.
You know that gray area between awake and asleep and back again? The other night I caught myself saying to me "Honey, life is a cupcake and neither one of us has any idea how much frosting is on it." This was said in the tone of voice that would imply that there was in fact a lot of frosting, and that it was positive.
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That's so sweet. Your subconscious is the comforting black lady from LOST. Mine's still Wilford Brimley. "Say, are you going to finish those cupcakes?" (The Quaker Oats WB, not the horny Cocoon WB.)
-Pterry
ps, in order to post this and prove that I'm human, blogger.com requires that I type eyjsm. Too upsetting.
I think your subconscious is a gum-smacking southern waitress named Kitty (with a strawberry-blonde aquanetted updo) who probably works in a diner called "Billy Joe's" when she isn't busy planting home-spun wisdom into your brain while your sleep.
Yeah, I think "home-spun" is key, here. I don't know if I can listen to a subconscious that calls me "Honey." Why can't my subconscious be like Tommy Lee Jones in The Fugitive or U.S. Marshalls?
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