“Thanks for signing my chest!! I can now die a happy woman.”
“Okay darlin’. Run along now. Think of me next time you’re in the shower or whenever you’re naked.”*
“Already did twice this morning.”
“Atta girl.”
No doubt our meeting will be logged in her journal as a celebrity encounter. My oddness has awarded me a kind of cult following. False. The only people following my blog are my alternate personalities. Schizophrenia is not a bad thing. It’s keeps people, the many me’s, on their toes. It also provides me a platform to illustrate my esoteric-ness.
*I thought this was only something I said but I heard one of my friends say it the other night to a girl.