My poor thoughts are so used to be interrupted that lately they just go away on their own BEFORE they can be interrupted, like they are protecting themselves. Then they come back in the middle of the night as things like “I’m such a jerk … I just remembered I was supposed to email that friend of mine from high school like 2 weekends ago” and “Wouldn’t it be cool is there was a TV show called ‘Stupid Effing Show’?”
And you’d say to your mom, “I have to go watch my stupid effing show.” Or “Mom, go watch your stupid effing show”
Instead of “The Kerrie Show” I should’ve named this blog “Stupid Effing Blog.”
