I didn't see Eartha Kitt in the lobby this morning when I left for work, which leads me to believe that she does, in fact, live somewhere in the building, or around it. But I also wouldn't be surprised if she was watching me from behind some tall fern, or lurking in the mailbox hallway (which is where Jess and I first heard her utter mrawlblarghblargh and point animatedly at our mailbox.)
This could very well be paranoia talking, but I always have the distinct feeling that she's watching me from behind those big, bug-like glasses she wears under the hat.
On another note, I feel like I should address my inability to properly speak the English language for those of you who haven't had the privledge of hearing some form of nonsense come out of my mouth.
Most of the time (though not all) the nonsense can be categorized into three groups:
1. completely made up words (pinetrapple)
2. an infusion of two completely unrelated words
3. a yoda-like mix up of a sentence (this goes one of two ways - the order of the sentence makes no sense, or I confuse the first letters of different words)
My friend Maggie's dad tried to explain this to me once. We were discussing how I should consider hostong a talk show, when I said "I mix words up too much to be a talk hoe shoast" (case in point). His response: "You don't mix up words more than anyone else, you just talk more than most people."
hmph.
I wonder if this is how Eartha Kitt's ridiculous muttering started. In 50 years I could very well be a hotel-lobby lurker muttering mrawlblarghblargh at unsuspecting tenants.
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