Wednesday, September 16, 2009


I'm pretty sure my next door neighbor has Tourettes. I'm not even kidding. You should hear her. Then again it might also have something to do with the smell of liquor that is so frequent from their home's general direction.

Sometimes I wish I had Tourettes. Then I could just randomly yell profanities and explain them away - oops, sorry my Tourettes again. It would at least give me an excuse. I used the F word with my coworker the other day (sorry mom) and he asked me to begin randomly coming into his office and swearing at him. I guess it didn't come across as rudely as I expected it do. Damn it. Oops sorry.


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