I always wonder if I should add my first and last names to the editor dictionaries. It’s an uncomfortable feeling to be warned about the spelling every time I type in my name.
When I do add my name to the dictionary though, I feel better to do it on somebody else’s computer…without telling the owner. It makes me feel like a VIP. A misbehaving VIP.
Singing
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Bah bah black sheep have you any wool
Yes sir yes sir what you are
Wait
My name is not that uncommon but I don’t have a friend who has extactly the same name. I wonder what it feels like to call somebody with my own name..,
A fine use of somebody else’s tail.
I feel like just before a lighting storm goes away, the thunder starts sounding differently…it sounds happier and more positive.
Maybe I just think that way judging from the way the sky mood gets milder.
If I were good at acting, I would teach a course on “How to become a good dramaqueen”.
And if there is such a class already, I’d take one.
When an old florescent light gets turned on, it reminds me of Rimmer in Red dwarf when he gives a salute to his boss – full of unnecessary small movements that last for an annoyingly long time.
Am I allowed to be loud in a stationary store? I feel like sounds are all absorbed into the papers placed all over the stores..especially a posh stationary store.