You May be Right, I may be Crazy

At my friends' Holiday dinner party Saturday night we had a discussion about married phrases, mostly song lyrics that stick in your head so much to the point where you can't possibly say one without the other. You know what I mean, like when someone says "how bizarre," and you just can't help but sing the next few lines, or more likely just bop your head and kind of hum that tricky beat because let's be serious here, nobody knows any of the words to that song except those two words: "how bizarre." Another prime example is "Ironic" because I swear every time in the last decade or so that I've said "Isn't that ironic," like when I was being totally serious and telling a story about something truly ironic, one of my friends just couldn't resist the temptation of "don't you think" and then launch into the chorus full of spoons, knives and rain on your wedding day. So while my friend was making dinner at said party, her apartment got really hot, so hot that I started to sweat. Finally I busted out a plea to open a door or a window or something because I was blazing, blazin' hip hop and R&B jams (but of course #11) Since apparently these friends had never been in my presence when I was blazin' I had to [try to] explain that although I am somewhat of a freak show, mostly it's in ways that you can't see or hear on a daily basis...with the exception of when I'm hot as hell!

Well now it's Monday and I'm back to work and to important deadlines. There was just some free food in the kitchen (the highlight of the day, for certain) and I had been between the kitchen at least 6 times heating up the food, forgetting my drink etc. That deadline is literally thirty minutes from now, and sure, I should be working and not blogging, but whatever, I got inspired to write. I was just about to dive into the salad when I realized I didn't have a fork. Since I had been to the kitchen and beyond 6 times already (and I'm on deadline) I figured I'd just look in my drawer full of goodies to forage for a fork. And wouldn't you know it, all I had was 10,000 spoons and a few knives.