do you think I'm spooky?
Jan. 11th, 2008 08:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
intertribalStottlemeyer: She became a member of the world's oldest profession.
Monk: Stonemason, huh.
Stottlemeyer: No... a prostitute.
Monk: Amanda Clark was a sex prostitute.
Mrs. Donovan: A what?
Monk: A sex prostitute.
Mrs. Donovan: As opposed to what?
Stottlemeyer: Monk, just keep going.
If I were a triangle I would be scalene. I'm kind of off. I told my supervisor I watched the X-Files lately and he burst out laughing, though I'm not sure why. My mother's co-workers think I'm just like her: "she has the same mannerisms as you", "when we say something stupid she makes the same face as you". I think mother is an INFP. I wish I knew what my father was. I'm going to assume IN, but I can't account for the other two factors. Maybe he was an INTJ too. I like to think so. I'm scalene. But there are others, that's the thing, there are others like me.
There must be other people who think Red Dragon is more achingly romantic than Titanic. Seriously, Reba and Francis and the Red Dragon's endless pursuit of them. I ship them, sort of.
Last night I freaked out that I had fatally poisoned my cat because she ate a crumb of cheesecake-brownie off my plate, and chocolate is poisonous to cats. Well, apparently there are only "a few molecules" of chocolate in a crumb of brownie, according to my mother, and my cat is fine. My mother then proceeded to say: "Brownie killed by a brownie. Now that would be ironic." Can I give you the lyrics to the "paranoiac's song" (real title: "It's a Jungle Out There", by Randy Newman)?
it's a jungle out there/ disorder and confusion everywhere
no one seems to care, but I do
hey, who's in charge here?
it's a jungle out there/ poison in the very air we breathe
do you know what's in the water that you drink?
well I do
it's amazing
people think I'm crazy cuz I'm worried all the time
if you paid attention you'd be worried too
you better pay attention or this world we love so much
might just kill you
I could be wrong now, but I don't think so
cuz it's a jungle out there
Monk: Stonemason, huh.
Stottlemeyer: No... a prostitute.
Monk: Amanda Clark was a sex prostitute.
Mrs. Donovan: A what?
Monk: A sex prostitute.
Mrs. Donovan: As opposed to what?
Stottlemeyer: Monk, just keep going.
If I were a triangle I would be scalene. I'm kind of off. I told my supervisor I watched the X-Files lately and he burst out laughing, though I'm not sure why. My mother's co-workers think I'm just like her: "she has the same mannerisms as you", "when we say something stupid she makes the same face as you". I think mother is an INFP. I wish I knew what my father was. I'm going to assume IN, but I can't account for the other two factors. Maybe he was an INTJ too. I like to think so. I'm scalene. But there are others, that's the thing, there are others like me.
There must be other people who think Red Dragon is more achingly romantic than Titanic. Seriously, Reba and Francis and the Red Dragon's endless pursuit of them. I ship them, sort of.
Last night I freaked out that I had fatally poisoned my cat because she ate a crumb of cheesecake-brownie off my plate, and chocolate is poisonous to cats. Well, apparently there are only "a few molecules" of chocolate in a crumb of brownie, according to my mother, and my cat is fine. My mother then proceeded to say: "Brownie killed by a brownie. Now that would be ironic." Can I give you the lyrics to the "paranoiac's song" (real title: "It's a Jungle Out There", by Randy Newman)?
it's a jungle out there/ disorder and confusion everywhere
no one seems to care, but I do
hey, who's in charge here?
it's a jungle out there/ poison in the very air we breathe
do you know what's in the water that you drink?
well I do
it's amazing
people think I'm crazy cuz I'm worried all the time
if you paid attention you'd be worried too
you better pay attention or this world we love so much
might just kill you
I could be wrong now, but I don't think so
cuz it's a jungle out there
