Signs that I Am Doing Too Much

[greenstorm]

1) That blister on the middle bottom of my big toe. What? I've walked on that every day for twenty-four years and it was fine
2) Strong desire to call into life dead, run away, and join the army
3) Suddenly devoting only a normal, functional amount of time to my relationships

Please note: list is tongue-in-cheek, mostly

Comments

[breklor.livejournal.com]

I can't see you as a soldier. A relatively nonviolent member of a guerrilla strike team, maybe; but I can imagine you slouching in your combat gear, rolling your eyes every time you get an order, and generally driving your squad leader bugfuck.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

Bug... fuck?

[breklor.livejournal.com]

Bugfuck (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bugfuck)!

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

I don't fuck bugs, and I resent the implication that people do. So there!

[breklor.livejournal.com]

I never said you did! Sillyhead.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

I resent the implication that there are people who do, I said!

[breklor.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm sorry; you're just going to have to share the world with some unpleasant implications!

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

I resent having to share the world... oh, nevermind. ;)

[breklor.livejournal.com]

There, there.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

I resent whirled peas!

[breklor.livejournal.com]

I'd hand you a very stiff drink, but you'd probably resent my use of intoxicants to ward off your resentment :)