Late night weirdness seems to run in my family. A few hours after dinner, something happens, and the the shenanigans begin. When I was a teenager, my Mom would burst into my room at roughly 9:30 most nights, strike a dramatic pose, then wander around my room poking things while announcing, “I’m touching your stuff Alli! Alli! I’m touching your stuff!”
It happens to me too, only I have the internet and random strangers on which to inflict my giddy weirdness.
It did start off on an incoherent note. I just work with what I’m given!
pretty open relationship…sounds like complication…lol!
There was something almost poetic about that message. I counted out the syllables, and realized why.
So close to being a haiku:
Pretty open re-
lationship…sounds like compli-
cation… El Oh El
Okay so it’s a little awkward. In my defense, the life of a grad student/single working mom doesn’t involve a lot of sleep, and I was up late doing homework.
You speak Japanese?
I pondered this question for a moment. I mean, haikus are Japanese in origin, but why would one feel that mentioning them would indicate speaking the language? I was baffled.
And then the answer came to me, and I giggled like a mad woman. I giggled until I could see clearly enough to type the message. I giggled for several minutes afterward. And then I started talking like Cornholio. It’s a good thing all of my group work is done over google docs. Skype would have been disastrous for me last night.
I speak CRAPanese fluently.
I may have the dumbest sense of humor ever, but at least I can send myself into fits.