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
When you see a taggy daggy (shirt tag sticking up), do you stop strangers on the street and tell them?
I base most of my fashion sense on what doesn’t itch.
Quotation from Gilda Radner
I hate brain farts, those momentary lapses in memory that come at the most embarrassing times. This is also called maladaptive brain activity, and it affects, apparently, the tongue. As in, I can’t remember your name, but it’s right at the tip of my tongue.
Scientists decode brain farts (MSNBC Health) Up to 30 seconds before your goof, the brain starts acting abnormally.