My brain is exhausted tonight. I'm exhausted tonight. D returned earlier this evening from a five-day business trip and I haven't even asked him how it went. Truth be told, all I want to do right now is climb into bed and watch "Project Runway". This is the first season I've watched it and I'm kind of hooked. Although honestly, if Heidi Klum said "auf Wiedersehen" to me in that obnoxious, creepy little voice, I think I'd slap her when she leaned in for the kiss. I'm sure most men would disagree with me.
I despise my voice. I've been using a little handheld voice recorder in the car lately since that's where I do most of my best thinking. What that says about me is better left alone. I wonder if talking into it while driving is just as bad as talking on a cell phone. Probably, although at least no one's talking back. And it's certainly better than trying to drive and write at the same time. Not a good idea, especially on the New Jersey Turnpike.
Anyway, when I replay my notes to self, I almost die of embarrassment. If I could have a voice transplant I would.
The only voice I hate more is that of the woman who does the underwriter's announcements on WNYC. Turns out there's a whole bevy of us who cringe when we hear her speak. Even Heidi Klum would be better.
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