Kevin N. Murphy

Ladytron is providing a lovely soundtrack for my morning.

People are where it’s at.

Monty Python is so awesome. What fun.

Have you ever been around someone with a strong accent or very unique manner of speech? I find that after spending sometime with one who has such a trait, my inner self adopts or mimicks their unique speech. It’s so funny. I’ll be talking to myself in a weird French accent all day. Or Spanish, or Jamaican, British, whatever. Odd duck.

I often scarcely avoid being rude. I hope.

Wooo-hoooo CAR TROUBLE!!!!

I want to play a game of Risk. Till super late at night. I’ve never played that game.

Twice I have succesfully told people I was bitting my tounge, and when they pressed me to just go ahead and say “it” I said something entirely different. Previously I had to keep silent for a prolong period or I would end up blurting out whatever it is. Now I’ll be the first to admit, I am likely the only one who likes the fact that I’m getting better at that. Perhaps I should get better at not saying I was gonna say what I’m not saying. That could avert the entire fiasco.

“I don’t believe in that kind of meat.”

Denial is only practical inside ones mind. Socially soluble manifest discretion soon to come…

I always seem to make goodbyes awkward.