Sometimes late at night, when there's no traffic outside, I can hear conversations as people walk past my house. But it's always really weird because it's never in context, and I only get a snippet. Here's a recent example:
"My mom almost shot me one time. We were living in a trailer park then, and my dad-"
I really wanted to hear the rest of that story, but he was gone, out of my earshot.
I had one of those days today where I didn't actually open my mouth to speak one time. I'll have one of those every now and then, but I never seem to notice until it's very late. It's a weird kind of feeling.
I'll put those pictures you found up soon, Lucas. I was particularly glad to see the Orton one.
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I'm pretty sure that I've never had a day like that. Even when I've had really bad fevers, I either gibber in my sleep, or I just talk crazy talk to myself.
ZACK ATTACK
Days like that PWN.
"ruirre" - the sound the bass makes in "The Humpty Dance"
Oh, you urban hermits, you.
"pyreha" -- that's what ya get!
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