Voices In My Head – The Boss

Family CrestI can’t take it anymore, can you take it?

I feel the walls are closing in on me.

This is vile and humiliating.

Who the f… are you, anyway?

I’m the one telling you to relax! Good lord, just a couple more minutes and we’re done.

Getting a hair cut is not lethal – damn, cramp in my calf, help me quick gotta get outta here, NOW!

Valentine’s Day With Alan Rickman

Oh Turber, how lucky can you get!?

Found a 12-year-old fortune cookie – had a weird color.

I don’t think green is a good color for fortune cookies.

It said:

“Today you will meet the love of your life”

Didn’t want to push my luck – so, I ate it.

Was a good idea 15 min later I saw Cupid approaching me.

Telling me to follow him, he’d lead me to Alan Rickman.

Was a blissful night out!

I picked Alan up in front of the movie theatre.

We went to a burlesque show and ended up in a drag club later.

Last thing I remember is the special cocktail of the house,  the barkeeper started to provide us with.

Every drink came with an extra bucket to the table.

VIP treatment I guess.

Although they refused to give them for free.

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The best Valentine’s Day of my life!

Woke up the next morning clutching this movie poster to my heart.

How sweet of him leaving a souvenir for me, probably didn’t want to wake me up before leaving.

Wonder why he didn’t leave me a note or at least sign the poster?

Phone rings, unfortunately not Alan.

Cinema manager yell’s at me while I try to explain, that the fortune cookie was right.

Neglected the other love of my life for too long.

Thank God my waffle iron is never mad at me.

I wonder if Alan likes waffles? Next time I’ll be prepared!

Maybe he’ll stay then for breakfast.

Voices In My Head – Deviations

It dawns on me life might be too short to stick to this till the end.

I feel really naughty today.

That’s perfectly normal.

No risk no fun, right?

Alright, we’ll try a new cereal brand.

Ring Around The Rosie

It’s not a crime to trip and fall one might think. Obviously not everybody thinks that way.

He did not only lose the ring, but also his patience not to mention his fiancé. I don’t blame the girl, you wouldn’t either, after seeing the guy.

He had no right to blame me for that and certainly none to punish my car!

I was chasing the guy, while he was chasing his ex-fiancé, when her quarterback of a brother, decided to come after me.

So, while they where foaming at the mouth, I tried to maintain some grace.

I don’t go screaming the place down – I curl up to fetal position and cover myself with a blanket.

I decided I’d stop squandering good manners to the ungrateful.

Don’t they know the rules of common courtesy?

How barbaric.

Would it kill you to show some compassion?

Tired by all that fuss, I suggested he should sort things out with her.

I mean really he’d probably just need to toss a rose onto her lap.

I’m pretty sure they did not suffer from rabies, but I wish I could say the same about derangement.

Voices In My Head – To Run Or Not To Run That Is The Question

The whole thing is hopeless.

They’re gonna getcha.

You better run now as long as you can, that’s not paranoid, it’s reasonable.

No use getting up this week, so if I just stay in bed, nobody will bother me with anything.

Ahhh, come on rain drops are not that lethal!

Follow Me Into The Darkness Of My Mind

If you’re anything like me you probably torture what you love.

I love my followers!

Yes, that’s right now it’s gettin’ nasty..

I’ve been given another award!

It’s a shock – I know. Don’t panic! There are good news, too.

This will be the last one, for two reasons:

1) I’m tired of receiving orange stuff

2) This one probably traumatised me for good.

You wanna know who you should blame thank? This way: luckyluwi + Lynn

We all know the drill – don’t we?

Answer some questions about yourself.

Pick 10 other victims for this award.

Scare the hell out of ’em by letting them know it’s their turn now.

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Just in case you’re wondering why my award looks different – I have orange issues as you might well know.

If you don’t know what I’m talking about – this way to enlightenment.

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  1. What is your favorite color? Look at my blog and guess
  2. What is your favorite animal? Fish (so versatile, look good, taste good)
  3. What is your favorite number? 66 next year probably 67 (click here for the reason)
  4. What is your favorite non-alcoholic drink? Water (I use it for everything, even bathe in it)
  5. Do you prefer Facebook or Twitter? Obviously WordPress (I’m corrupted by the awards)
  6. What is your passion? Alan Rickman, Alan Rickman, Alan …
  7. Do you prefer getting or giving presents? I prefer getting presents that don’t suck (if they do, I prefer giving them those in need)
  8. What is your favorite pattern? Wake up – kill time – go to bed – wake up …
  9. What is your favorite day of the week? The one I’ll get picked up by the mothership
  10. Favorite flower? Audrey II (from Little Shop of Horrors)

Gonna announce the new victims – heaven help them all.

http://thedailygraff.com

http://paradisevslife.wordpress.com

http://chrissyadventures.wordpress.com

http://patsytomkins.com

http://kateshrewsday.com

http://mylifeworthliving.com

http://ohmymuse.wordpress.com

http://sleepandsalami.wordpress.com

http://therealmofgreen.wordpress.com

http://thestayathomephilosopher.wordpress.com

Avoid Dark Alleys And Muskrats

It was definitely the wrong turn to take.

I was lost, it was so dark, wet, and creepy.

Believe me there are better places for loitering.

This shifty little bugger snitched my pen.

It’s a pen, so what, get another one damnit – you say?

That objection seems reasonable, at first!

You must know:

I hang on to it for sentimental reasons.

I wouldn’t make a fuzz about it – but it was my favorite  – I snitched it from my math teacher once.

So, you see it’s imperative I get it back.

My precious, my treasure … *cough* … sorry fishbone stuck in my throat.

Don’t let the fluffy furiness ensnare you – there is a criminal mind at work.

Have you seen this muskrat?

Current residence of the fugitive unknown.

Any relevant information will be appreciated.

But not rewarded!

Does anyone know if you turn into something weird, after being bitten by a muskrat?

I was never into that superhero thing.

Orangeness

I don’t mind orange on carrots, tangerines, or kumquats.

It’s a healthy color on them, but on everything else it can be a nightmare!

Do I have issues with orange?

Certainly, you would too if it happened to you.

Take a look at this: inacceptable orangeness

I still can’t believe it was made color of the year!

Yes, in the year of 2012 we face Tangerine Tango as the main enemy, I think – life can be so cruel, sooo very cruel.

Does anyone else think it might be a little careless?

As if we don’t have enough problems already:

2012 Mayans predicted the end (nobody knows the end of what).

I still didn’t have a chance to meet Alan Rickman.

I haven’t been to Disney World yet (that’s a quicker way of world traveling, and cheaper, if you resist buying merchandise).

But I’ve been dreaming about a trip last night:

I dreamt, I was on a ship, when it began sinking I got contemplative.

I had a hard decision to make.

Would I be able to get over my grudge with orange?

I dearly loathe it – should I betray my principles?

Could I live on with that shame?

When they were giving out the life vests – I declined.

I don’t wanna die, while wearing orange!

Voices In My Head – Curiosity

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Maybe it’s dead.

Maybe it’s catatonic.

Maybe it’s lurking.

Maybe it’s friendly.

Is it edible?

Time Warp

I’m having déjà-vu after déjà-vu, driving me crazy.

Daylight saving time a natural killer of brain cells.

I have constantly the feeling of: been there done that.

I’m confused, at times I forget what day it is – I’m stuck on Sunday, I deny the existence of Mondays.

Getting out of bed, taking a shower, having breakfast – I could swear I’ve done that before!

I have no idea how many breakfast-coffees I had today, or yesterday, or the day before, but I’m trembling.

I guess, my shaking body might be some sort of alarm signal.

What would Captain Picard do, Mr. Spock suggest, or Dr. McCoy prescribe?

Daylight saving time – I’d rather save my sanity than daylight – there’s a new day every day, but you’re only given a limited amount of brain cells.

The mailman resembles Data more from day to day – I guess I watched too many episodes of …

… damn I can’t remember!

Well, probably I’m just tired, I should get me a coffee.