I hate yammering. It’s embarrassing. Somebody teach me not to be psycho.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.
Poem by W.B. Yeats, Broken Dreams
Yeats is so evocative
Know what you mean, yammering gives me claustrophobia
Don’t be psycho…there I’ve done my part! Good luck with your Yeats infection
Embrace the psycho, yammering part of yourself. I have. It makes life more interesting.
Sitting in my chair, relating to the words of W.B. – love them.
Do you really have Yammering trademarked?
There’s nothing more disconcerting than realizing the person you think just said ‘hello’ to you is actually talking on their blue tooth.. they’re somewhere else.
Just think. If Rachel Ray ever reads this she will name it “Yammo”!
I don’t yammer, I complain. It’s genetic — I’m still French.
wooow wonderfulll comic!!
I keep meaning to buy a bluetooth so no one will look at me funny when I talk to myself.
there are people who would have their cell phones wired inside their brains if they could. scares me.
Lol, i love the way you think golfwidow.