Today as I sat enjoying my scheduled cup of ice, someone came up to me and asked if I was pregnant, because apparently pregnant women chew ice. Not only is it something that pregnant women do, but also it’s bad for the teeth and my poor little jaw. But I can’t help it. I have to have my ice. I crave it in fact. Sometimes, it’s the highlight of my day. Yes, I have strong feelings about ice. At fast food places, I ask for a lot of ice in my cup, as opposed to little ice, lots of diet coke.
After further contemplating my intense devotion to frozen water, I thought about other weird things that I do. For example, there’s this game to enjoy on long bus/car rides, where the first person names a movie, the next person names an actor in that movie, and the third person names another movie that that actor was in and so on. So if I were to say Garden State, the next person can say Jean Smart, and the third person could say I Heart Huckabees…and so on. The point is that I can play this game and not only beat everyone else playing, but I also play this game to lull myself back to sleep. I am an IMDB whore. And I like it; almost as much as I like my ice.
And finally, once I get a song I like on my ipod, I will play the song over and over and over again. The current song of choice is the I’ll Cover You (Reprise) from Rent, maybe switching to La Vie Boheme after the 13th time. I wish I were kidding. I really do. I do the same thing with movies. If I watch a movie that I enjoy – right now my current poison is Garden State – I have to watch it over and over again. So last night/this morning when I was afflicted with insomnia, I watched it for the 7th day in a row.
Actually, this will be final, sadly, I write how I talk. Which means if I’m writing about one thing, I’ll need parentheses and asterisks, as another thought – maybe on the same topic, maybe not – pops into my head. I digress like a motherfucker. And you know what, I kind of like it.