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My inner monologue has been all thrown off because I have watched too much "My So-Called Life". It's become peppered with "likes", ellipses, and "whatevers". Not even the occasional, flippant and generally happy "whatev", but the despondent, sullen, overly emo mumble of "whatever". With the eye-roll. Yeah, my inner monologue rolls its eyes now. And flicks its hair from its face.
For instance, when I go into my closet in the morning to change my clothes, my mind will ramble on like so:
Man, there's so much static in my closet. Why won't it just . . . like . . . stop molesting my hair? It's like ruining my hairdo, or whatever . . . And, you know, if I just happened to run into that kid Eric, I would just like die, or something. I mean, if my hair was all static-ed out.
It kind-of just continues on like that all day, for everything I do. Brushing my teeth, leaning over to pull up my argyle socks, describing curves in R3 in parametric form. And, um, the like.
So, um, yeah, whatever.
For instance, when I go into my closet in the morning to change my clothes, my mind will ramble on like so:
Man, there's so much static in my closet. Why won't it just . . . like . . . stop molesting my hair? It's like ruining my hairdo, or whatever . . . And, you know, if I just happened to run into that kid Eric, I would just like die, or something. I mean, if my hair was all static-ed out.
It kind-of just continues on like that all day, for everything I do. Brushing my teeth, leaning over to pull up my argyle socks, describing curves in R3 in parametric form. And, um, the like.
So, um, yeah, whatever.