Fishing
4Nov2003 Filed under: EavesdropperMe, arranging plastic goldfish in my bathroom: Heh.
Placing one under the sink in the U of the piping: Heh.
Sticking one on the side of the toilet paper dispenser: This is funny.
Placing another behind the toilet seat: Heh-heh.
Talking to yourself is the best.
Reminds me of this one time I walked into the room to find Andreas muttering to himself while gesticulating in the air with his hands. He seemed to be drawing circles or triangles in the air with his fingertips, and when I asked him what he was working out, he was mortified at being caught waving his arms about and claimed to have forgotten.
I love the things we do when nobody else is there.
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Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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paisley
November 5th, 2003 at 11:38 am
only children , i tell you!
i am a master at self talk
heidi janet
November 5th, 2003 at 2:29 pm
HA! i do that all the time. in the car. in my house. absentmindedly muttering random conversations with myself. sometimes i forget where i am and will do it walking through the office…and then realize i look like a crazy person.
i does suck to get caught tho. heh.
Ryan
November 5th, 2003 at 9:43 pm
I got caught at work once carrying on a conversation, doing both voices. And the other one was female. The guy who caught me wouldn’t believe I was alone until he searched the room I was in (I was a cleaning a washroom at the time).
I think people often think I’m half nuts because of events like this.
Heather
November 18th, 2003 at 8:30 pm
oh lordy. this brings to mind the three and four-part conversations i would carry on with myself as a child….upon being overheard, and subsequently teased mercilessly by father and stepmother, I never again dared to pretend there was more than myself present.
i still feel somewhat bitter about that.
ps: i’m awfully glad i discovered you.