PsychoBeth
11-03-2007, 11:52 AM
Please?
The Face in My Oatmeal
The first time I saw him was in my oatmeal. I sat down to eat breakfast and there was this soggy looking, distorted face in my oatmeal. This was pretty strange, because I’d never seen faces in my oatmeal before, I had in soup, but that was just my face. You see, most people don’t wake up thinking they’re going to see somebody in their oatmeal, so I felt a little sick. But what really made me think it was strange was when that gooey face started talking. The voice was pretty gross and guttural and hard to understand, probably because it was swimming in my oatmeal, and it’s hard to talk clearly when you’re under liquid-y substances. I listened politely to his gurgling, nodding every so often, or adding in a ‘well is that so?’ when I thought it necessary. When I first saw that face, the thought did cross my mind to try and stir the oatmeal, to get it to go way, but I figured that might be somewhat a cruel thing to do. The problem was that face wouldn’t stop talking, and I didn’t feel like sticking a spoon into his head to eat that oatmeal, truthfully, I kind of lost my appetite. I decided I had better ask that face for a name, or else I’d feel pretty awkward, I at least wanted to know what to call him. His response to my question was a gurgle-y ‘Albwed’ I figured that meant ‘Alfred’. It was hard to understand Alfred’s chatter, but he made a great companion on lonely nights.
The Face in My Oatmeal
The first time I saw him was in my oatmeal. I sat down to eat breakfast and there was this soggy looking, distorted face in my oatmeal. This was pretty strange, because I’d never seen faces in my oatmeal before, I had in soup, but that was just my face. You see, most people don’t wake up thinking they’re going to see somebody in their oatmeal, so I felt a little sick. But what really made me think it was strange was when that gooey face started talking. The voice was pretty gross and guttural and hard to understand, probably because it was swimming in my oatmeal, and it’s hard to talk clearly when you’re under liquid-y substances. I listened politely to his gurgling, nodding every so often, or adding in a ‘well is that so?’ when I thought it necessary. When I first saw that face, the thought did cross my mind to try and stir the oatmeal, to get it to go way, but I figured that might be somewhat a cruel thing to do. The problem was that face wouldn’t stop talking, and I didn’t feel like sticking a spoon into his head to eat that oatmeal, truthfully, I kind of lost my appetite. I decided I had better ask that face for a name, or else I’d feel pretty awkward, I at least wanted to know what to call him. His response to my question was a gurgle-y ‘Albwed’ I figured that meant ‘Alfred’. It was hard to understand Alfred’s chatter, but he made a great companion on lonely nights.