me: i wish i knew what heavy felt like.
(i said this out loud to no one in particular. i was picking something up that weighed a lot, i think it was that blue hamper thing i have that was filled with sweaty, nasty, dirty laundry and it reminded me of a scene in something about mary.)
-----liz walks into the room---
liz: you really like talking to yourself... don't you?
me: if i only said it to myself... in my head, then that would be called thinking... and really liz, who wants to do that???
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