A co-worker and I have developed this great relationship / friendship. We have been working together for a couple of years now, and we both have the same sense of humour – dark, twisted and inappropriate. The kind of humour that results in one of us suggesting “cancer” whenever the other complains about a headache, or a pain elsewhere in the body.
She always tells people that we speak two languages:
Funnily enough, when we speak our ‘gibberish’ language, we actually understand each other… But I suppose it doesn’t help that we’re both old enough to know better. Sometimes I wonder what the other employees here REALLY think of us when we get together because it’s generally looking at cat stuff on the internet, sending each other funny-yet-pointless links to pages, or talking in ridiculously high-pitched voices to one another.
Yes, some have told us to shut the fuck up, on occasion. Some have told us to stop being so obnoxious.
This is where adorably obnoxious was created. “She said we’re just being obnoxious. I say we’re being adorable! Adorably obnoxious!!”
“OR obnoxiously adorable”, I chimed in.
Now we have our little moments and sometimes in the midst of all our hilarity, we’ll both go silent and just look at each other…
“Adorably obnoxious!”, she proclaims.
“Obnoxiously adorable!”, I say.
What’s the point of telling you that story? Nothing really. I just felt like I should explain why I’ve called my blog this.
THAT, and the fact that I couldn’t really think of anything else in the moment. I might change it… see what happens.
The truth is, that I have a lot to say. There’s a lot going on in my head and I need an avenue to direct it all.