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[phosfate]

Sometimes, when I get incredibly tired, words don't do the right thing. I get this sort of corner of the eye dyslexia, where words turn into frankly bizarre profanities. "Buggery Bagels." "Bag 'n Dicks." That sort of thing.

I'm pretty sure that this is why, a few minutes ago when Deb was leaving for the day, I nearly told her, "G'night, dogfucker."

I meant to say "G'night, doll."

Fortunately, I didn't say anything at all.

So tired.

G'night, dogfuckers.

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[swussian.livejournal.com]

G'night, Ann!

[ahli.livejournal.com]

If THE AnnLarimer said such a thing to me, I'd be honoured.

[goddessdster.livejournal.com]

Does that mean if you ever say "G'night, doll." to me you meant to say "G'night, dogfucker?"

Because I swear I was joking in that email...

[dr-tectonic.livejournal.com]

G'night, smutty pimpfan sweetie-pumpkin!

[aberrant1.livejournal.com]

Heh. I get the weird dyslexia when I'm tired, too, but it's only obscene some of the time. It's always wildly improbable and often cracks me up, though.

I still swear there's a Whorehouse Music & Movies in Gainesville.

...er, well, there probably is, but I doubt it's called that.

[gypsyjr.livejournal.com]

I tend to slur my Ss when I'm tired, which isn't that weird since I've got an overbite like a Matt Groening character, but the weird part is that I hear other people with a lisp. Even when I know they don't have them.

Auditory brain... thingy. 'S strange.

zzz

[viedma.livejournal.com]

I very nearly end most telephone conversations at the reference desk with, "Love you, bye bye." I don't think I actually ever have. I also speak in spoonerisms, my favorite one being, "A turner has been corned!"

Get some sleep, lil doodlebug. :D

[saskia139.livejournal.com]

Dude, that happens to me *all the time*.

Not always profanity, though; I once misread "Toronto Stock Exchange" as "Tomato Stock Exchange".

[priscellie.livejournal.com]

I eye-corner misread things CONSTANTLY. It hasn't reached the verbal stage, though.