Who talks like that? I do, well, I did. I don’t now. Now I say things like, “Come on Babyface, let’s go to the store and take Bunny in a Carrot Car to play with.” I feel so un-special. I feel like my vocabulary has taken a nose dive. Words are slippery elusive things that I can’t seem to get my hands on. I used to live in words. Now, I live here in poopy-doo-doos and binkies and meltdowns and silly-head-face gigglinas. Argh. It’s all onamonapic and personifications. I no longer have enough time or narcissism to be witty.
Just watched: The Romantics (don't bother, one long, wordy conversation after another)