Monday, January 23, 2006

Take Heed, Cuz I'm a Lyrical Poet.

There are the obvious side-effects of insomnia, such as lethargy and general crabbiness, and then there are those which are a little less obvious.

Case in Point: I've been talking like Vanilla Ice for the last 3 days.

Will it ever stop? Yo, I don't know.

God, I hope so - before I make Rice, Rice, Baby for dinner and Vanilla Ice Cream for dessert. That wasn't supposed to sound gross.

Then, last night, I couldn't sleep and I turned on some lame Night Owl Theater movie called The New Guy. And playing the role of the Music Store Employee was none other than Robert Van Winkle. And I recognized him immediately. I scare myself sometimes.

I was up the rest of the night wondering, what is Word To Your Mother supposed to mean, anyway?

4 comments:

DomesticOverlord said...

I believe it translates to, "PLease tell your mother I said, "Hello," my good man.

Anonymous said...

I don't sleep that well either--I think I'm nocturnal. I usually just knit while I watch cheesy horror movies.

I haven't noticed any odd coincidences yet, but it does make me even more annoying to talk to when that topic comes up in conversation. There are few things that make me happier than an excuse to ramble about how Scary Movie Remake X is not as good as the original or how in many ways Carnosaur was more entertaining than Jurassic Park...

Anonymous said...

Yo Yo Yo Word Up!.......Word Down??...Word all around???? Word....Yo Yo goes up and down....right?

Anonymous said...

Oh gourd, I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight.