It wasn't what you would call exactly a normal conversation. I am a little anxiety ridden, over exhausted, and physically stressed so I know I sounded...off, for lack of a better word. But, I was talking wasn't I? And then, I saw it. I saw it all over myself, the walls, the counters, the floors, the phone, and, worse, in the phone. I saw it. I saw word vomit. Honestly, those of us who suffer from word vomit, we need a support group. Hi, my name is Megan and I suffer from word vomit. And they should only serve naturally decaffeinated and sugar free beverages and snacks because this constant sugar high I am on is not helping. And, honestly, I have been cheating. I have been drinking Coke. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. No, scratch that. I really do. I need help. I need to sit down and talk to someone that has absolutely nothing to do with my life so I can get some perspective. Because when that word vomit happened my soul left my body, looked down at me and I got bitch slapped. As soon as the words left my mouth, the blood in my ears started roaring, my mental cleanup crew quit, and my mouth kept moving. And as the vomit kept spewing I realized that I had just fucked up something that I KNEW could have been very good for me. And, I told myself that I had done it to myself and that it was my problem. And, that I needed to admit that that problem is real and I, and only I, am letting it destroy my life. I was thinking so I knew I couldn't talk anymore. So I hung up the phone. I started cleaning up my vord vomit by myself, and then I started cleaning the kitchen. Within 24 hours my store will be clean, my house will be clean, and so will my mouth, God willing. Then, I can start making some intelligent, productive decisions.
moirae:
I hate it when that happens. Someone needs to make a little paper bag for those situations. Like the ones on airplanes.... just to help minimize the danger to innocent bystanders, and current interests. 