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Writing Club: Stream of Consciousness

Stream of Consciousness: 

As I was leaving Target I thought about this essay.  How I might be a little embarrassed writing down my random thoughts because one,  I don’t think I think much and two, my thoughts are about the depth of...the depth of…something not very deep.   

Speaking of Target, I don’t know how I even ended up there today.  Maybe because it was Thursday and Thursday means either me or my sister call each other from Target and cry over how many cute items we would love to take home with us and how we will probably only end up with a couple items from the dollar section.

But that statement isn’t true.  Oh I buy my dollar section items but then proceed to add one or two items that are not needed but apparently I can’t live without.   

Those purchases lead to tight chested sadness and chocolate cravings. 

Appropriately enough Pat Benatars, “A total eclipse of the heart” came on the radio on my way home from THAT store.  I sang my heart out.  This tragically romantic song lead me to think of more tragically romantic songs like Toni Braxtons, “Unbreak my Heart” and Poisons “Every Rose has its Thorn”.  Then I thought why not have more tragically romantic songs on a whole CD that I can listen too after my Target trips.  Or while I eat a cookie after my workout.  Or even after I make my bed which I swore I did yesterday.  But now I can’t think of anymore tragically romantic songs because like I said my thoughts run minimally deep.   

I just Googled “A total eclipse of the Heart”.  I guess Bonnie Tyler sings it.  Can you help me think of more songs for my CD? 

One other thought.  In sixth grade my science teacher stopped mid-sentence and told the class that if you pick your zits the puss will create more zits which will spread across your face.  All of us immediately looked at the one kid who always picked his zits.  He was then slowing taking his hand away from his face.  Away from the contagious zit that he was picking.   

I need to know the truth.  Are zits contagious or did my teacher just tell us that so she didn’t have to watch us pick our zits anymore? 

I’m not going to Google that one. 

p.s. there are my thoughts for you.  Unedited. Unspellchecked. Ungramically correct. 

p.p.s.  I will hopefully get to normal blogging soon.