Weird Wed-- Inner Dialog from The Last Few Days

Hey people. So here's a bit of what's been going on inside my head the past few days:

"Just keep your thumbs out and your step light and breathe you big baby.
You're not actually going to puke."

"I'm winning!"
(Yeah, I was all by myself... So?)

Entire lyrics of "Monkey Wrench" by my beloved Foo's.

"Why must pomegranites have a season, and why must it end?"

Images of Freddy Mercury in super tight white pants--
no matter how many times I shook my head.

"Stupid Wii snowboarding"

"I need to have more daring adventures, but if I went to a matinee,
I'd have to get dressed and everything."

"I have totally no art ideas. Boo"
Half a day later, head explodes because it's too full of art ideas.

"My story rocks!"
"My story sucks!"
"Nevermind, it rocks again now!"

"I wonder if my saliva has caloric content?"

"Most housework seems completely pointless."

"Should I re-up my Hollywood Video membership or just join Netflix, or just keep procrastinating and making due with what's on regular old t.v.?"

"Neil Gaiman is so cool, and I can't wait to see Coraline,
but I would not enjoy being that super famous."

"Thank God I dodged that super famousness bullet."

"I really hearted Darlene from the Roseanne show."

"Me want cookie."

Fascinating huh? And that's completely drug free people. Just imagine.
Ok. You can stop imagining now.
Stop it.

Oh, and here's some weird dollage for you too. Have at it, freaks.

"Hmmm. She looks a little worried."

"OH. Now I get it."

Thanks to Linda for agreeing to hand model for this last shot.

Feel free to share the scary insides of your heads in the comments section. See you soon people.

EDIT TO ADD:

"WEEEEEEE!" (skiing)

"Stoopid old tibia fracture."