Brain waves, yo

Have you ever noticed that apple bruises taste like apple juice? I'm not sure, but I think it may be kind of gross that I no longer worry about eating bruised apples because I actually prefer the sickly-sweet taste of them. I just finished one; it was fulled of brown, juicy goodness.

I just paused, in the middle of this post, because I had a deja-vu of epic proportions. I have them all of the time; secretly, I think they may just be the result of me pre-planning all conversations and actions before I actually do them (note: if I'm having a serious conversation with you, it has undergone a mental runthrough in the vacuousness of my head, at least twice, but as many as 100 times already). But then, secretly-secretly, I think it may be because I am psychic. Carolynne agrees.