Sta Zitta

Please hit the "Shut Up" button on your remote. (bonus points if you can name the tv reference....)


I can't seem to stop talking.  I just blah blah blah blah blah blah all day long.  Especially when there is silence to fill.  Then I'm all blah blah blah my cat blah blah blah funny story about my dog blah blah blah Oh! Do you ever watch iCarly??


(Close it, and Zip it!)


I'm actually an intelligent woman...but when I keep blithering along, just filling up the holes of prolonged silence with my useless dither (well then, there aren't any holes now, are there?!), I come across as the biggest social misfit.  Maybe there is an island for me...


(I see your mouth moving and I hear words coming out but I just don't care what you have to say.)


I take no umbrage with the dazed glaze, the bored stare, the hostile glare.  I just keep babbling along.  The drool doesn't affect me nor does the occasional snore.  I just keep going.  Yadda yadda yadda.  Just nervous chatter. 


(Do you see the look on my face??? That's the look of "OMG shut up already")


I talk during hugging, during kissing, during sex.  There's really no way to shut me up.  Well.  Um...there's that.


(Pardon me, ma'am, but you have an unattractive excess of verbiage dribbling out of your face.)


I SAID VERBIAGE for goodness sake.


I'm shutting up now.