Blogochondria
So last night I realized what my problem is. What one of my problems is. I was talking to my Army friend in Alaska. Who would probably be proud to know that he's also my most reactionary friend in the whole world. And I noticed a heretofore unnoticed-by-me correlation between being in a mildly stressful situation, and me having this verbal tic going on that causes the situation to go nuclear awkward.
Remember the episode on South Park, where Kyle's dad just can't not say "fetus"? If you don't, good -- it was gross -- but these days, watching it makes me kind of feel less alone in this affliction.
The problem, in haiku form, and in lieu of a probably-very-inappropriate post about phonemes on the loose:
Just forget one word -
SITUATIONAL TOURETTES!
How hard can it be?
Remember the episode on South Park, where Kyle's dad just can't not say "fetus"? If you don't, good -- it was gross -- but these days, watching it makes me kind of feel less alone in this affliction.
The problem, in haiku form, and in lieu of a probably-very-inappropriate post about phonemes on the loose:
Just forget one word -
SITUATIONAL TOURETTES!
How hard can it be?