I used to think it was bad when I talked to myself, and even worse when I answered, but now... now there's a whole lot to be worried about going on in my head....
Mae: Why aren't you writing about me? I thought this was my book.
Me: It is your book, what do you think all those pages are about?
Mae: Yeah, but everybody else is getting up in it...
Me: Mae, there's a lot to tell, but the story is yours.
Mae: How come Tori got her own book and I have to share with everybody?
Me: Things were just getting started in Tori's book. There's a lot more story to tell now.
Mae: Well, why can't I just tell it?
Tori: Shut your yap, Maeday! Just be happy you get a book at all.
Lea: Exactly. You were in Tori's book much more than I was, and you don't see me complaining.
Mae: Yeah, but that's because you weren't important.
Lea: Watch it, Sis... You're coming to my house in a few chapters. You wanna eat while you're there? If so, I suggest you put a lid on it, pronto.
Mae: Fine, whatevs. But why do the bitches have to be in it so much?
Mae: You know, Vee, Kako...
Vivie: Excuse me? Bitches?
Mae: Vee, you know I mean that in a sweet way.
Vivie: If you want to be sweet, don't start with "bitches."
Tori: Would you two shut the hell up already? I'm rockin a nasty headache all of the sudden.
Me: *heavy sigh* Maybe I should write the other story...
Mae, Tori, Lea, Vivie: WHAT???
at least that got their attention... and all is quiet for a while in my head... mostly.