Inferitudo Monologue

It wasn’t always easy. As a matter of fact, it was never easy for us. I’m sure you’d have agreed. Surely it was tough for you to let us go, but I want you to know that I’m thankful you did.

Baby, can’t you see I’m calling A guy like you Should wear a warning It’s dangerous I’m fallin’ There’s no escape

If you're having relationship problems, don't ask me because I'm going to give it to your straight and raw.  I've seen it time and time again where people are just disgusted with their partner and they come to me for advice but leave madder than they came. (haha)

Mother is angry with Joe, and told him that his illness cannot be treated Joe asked to video chat with his therapist

Lent recently began and like many, I have been thinking of what I can give up. Even if you don't celebrate Lent, I think it's good for us all to take stock of what we can leave behind.

Maybe they were through goading one another - I surely hoped so. I picked up my glass to take a sip of wine. I had been using this time to pretend to casually, gaze around the room. Myles Laveau caught my eye and smiled a half smile as he raised his glass to his lips. His date, the Baroness Portella, must have seen that his eye was otherwise entertained because she turned to glance over her shoulder at me. I saw the scathing stare she gave me through her thin, lacy veil- much like Boudreaux’s stare, it cuts to the bone. I half expected her to fling her drink into Laveau’s face, she seemed quite angry- but then, he leaned forward and whispered something in her ear and she turned to look at me again; this time, she smiled. I wondered what Myles had said to her for her to smile at me that way. The desire to know what he said was causing me to be anxious, as was the desire to see beneath the veil, but I needed to take care of the situation of my husband and lover goading each other first - I would ask Myles what was said between he and the Baroness the next time I was with him.

The man and woman hurried silently side by side down the dank passage. Occasionally, the woman would glance furtively over her shoulder. The passage was dark, and the only illumination came from a glowing torch that the man carried. The low light shone brightly enough to see that they were both nobles, for they were dressed with distinction.

I have finally finished the excruciatingly painful amputation of my left leg following my horrendous case of trench foot. I honestly wanted to cry, I’m sure death is no where near as painful as the pain I will be forced to endure as I carry on through my life. The way they sawed through my dead leg as though they had no feeling of remorse. The look on their faces screamed “this isn’t my first time dealing with something so gruesome.” The way it plopped into the “doctor's” arm as he was cutting through the remaining pieces of living flesh. The way the people around me were staring in shock… you could see that look of horror, that look of “this can happen to me”. Haha, I guess I can’t blame them too much as I would do the

I came around the large tent to see the bright lights that illuminated the field. Less people lingered around for the games and food sold in carts scattered about, but well over a hundred guests still remained. Music played, but I could barely hear it over the noisy people, talking and laughing without a care in the world. Kids won little prizes and ate pink cotton candy spun just for them. Smiles lit up their faces, and that made me smile, too. I enjoyed their happiness. It meant all was right with the world.

"Little Miss Florence, hold your knives with bliss. Don't let your heart falter, don't grimace at hell. Open your eyes, open your arms, open your mind to the death of a thousand men."

So my friend was at my house, and we got bored. So we tried hacking into my friends (a boy) accounts on email. So instead, we decided to make a screen name where he wouldn't know. It was something like a hobo or sommething, like, imahobo or something, and so when he got on, we started talking to him. He got really freaked out and then we started haunting him with stuff we knew about him. He got really creeped out and for the next week he was never online again and he wasn't very talkitive. He told me how the "imahobo" man started talking to him and creeping him out, and we would try to hold back laughing. He still doesn't know that it was us. Now we are almost enemies; well, i find him as an enemy but he likes

Finally, my cold left me. I start with working tomorrow. It was not easy at all, but it was just a viral infection. Public transport and a job in a public place like library don't help. Thank you for the advice on treating cold. We have all of these products here. I have never tried echinacea. I saw your first message only, I read the second one a few moments ago. Both were sent in three minutes. It's strange how I didn't see it before. I'll take all together next time. I think that it is fantastic that you created two perfumes for Victor. We already see Civet will be another winner, just like Hummingbird. No matter that you created only one perfume for En Voyage because it is Rainmaker. It is unforgettable. Sometimes it is a better way because

If we asked you to write down what you were thinking right now, you might scribble out a paragraph or two about a stressful homework assignment, or what you had for lunch, or the very exciting text message that just appeared on your phone. Most likely you'd offer your version of this interior monologue in complete sentences, arranged in a somewhat logical sequence. It would, therefore, be totally inaccurate. In reality, your mind is processing all three of those things at once—plus the brightness of your computer screen, the pinch of your shoes on your feet, and a bunch of stuff that happened when you were a kid that you don't even know that you know. In short, if you could really and truly represent in words what your mind looks like right

The buzz of the pre-show intoxicated us. Waiting patiently for our respective cues, our five pairs of eyes fell on Evam's hand. He was to be the genius behind the camera, calling upon the rest of us to deliver our lines in turn. I was the detective, wearing a not-well-fitting jacket and an excited look.

Hello up there Mr. Shark sir! I haven’t been havin’ the best day, you know, being threatened to be eaten and all that jazz, just a little thought I wanted to express… Don’t even think about it! The mixture of no meat and all fur and bones, and the breath, that breath won’t attract anyone, you know what mean?