I realized today that for the last, say, three years that the ibuprofen that I keep kept in my desk at work has been expired. Unnerving.
I find that every time I hear a reference to “tapping the TARP” on the radio, it seems semi-sexual to me. I imagine it describing some act that I am unfamiliar with, something you might find on a 101 positions guide on some Xeroxed 8.5 x 11 sheet of paper for sale somewhere in New York City. That this is what my mind conjures in the midst of dire communication about a serious financial problem with global implications…unnerving.
That the word “moister” appeared on the paper I was reading… The word moist gives me the willies unless it is referring to cake. The word “moister” always gives me the creeps. It just seems to me like something that shouldn’t be. You guessed it, unnerving.
The alley pictured above. Not unnerving at all, which is perhaps, separately, unnerving.