I'm feeling a little distracted today. Like, wander from room to room distracted. So I'll probably just offer some mini-posts. Stray thoughts.
Jeff and I were watching TV last night when from outta the blue I turned to him and said, "I read in the paper today about this guy who tried to kill his dog with a hammer."
Jeff look at me in horror and said, "Why did you tell me that!"
"Um...because I read it in the paper?"
"Well, maybe it's time to stop reading the paper. I'm going to have nightmares tonight."
Why do we do that. Why do we feel a need to blurt out terrible stuff?
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I love not knowing icky things. But then, once I know them, I like to tell them to someone else who's equally or more horrified than I am. It makes me feel better.
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