Je suis culpable
I am strapped for ideas. E is going through a somewhat vocal phase, uttering word-like things I don't understand, becoming frustrated when I don't understand, as I begin to panic... like a horse with a novice rider she senses my confusion and applies a high-decibel keening of a frequency similar to that of, of a little girl, and then I am hooped.
Mo-wo looks at me: You panicked, didn't you?
So now they both know, but I am unwilling to admit to the fear: Your mother called here 4 times today. What's that about?
You are an idiot.
Your mom clearly has obsessive-compulsive disorder.
You are an idiot.
I mean, she knows we work- why call here 4 times? I mean, really?
You are an idiot.
I am an idiot.
Good times, people, the best.
PMO
Mo-wo looks at me: You panicked, didn't you?
So now they both know, but I am unwilling to admit to the fear: Your mother called here 4 times today. What's that about?
You are an idiot.
Your mom clearly has obsessive-compulsive disorder.
You are an idiot.
I mean, she knows we work- why call here 4 times? I mean, really?
You are an idiot.
I am an idiot.
Good times, people, the best.
PMO
2 Comments:
yeah, ok. I don't even get that -- And I've seen p-man in 3-D
I don`t quite get that.
But I am an idiot.
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