REMEMBER BACK IN THE DAY when I stated “oversleeping on the most important days of my life” as a tidbit about myself in my ‘About Me’ section? Maybe not. In any case, I really wasn’t kidding. I’ve overslept on practically every historical date in the history of my being, and today was no exception.
You can add another one to the list.
Alright, so perhaps today wasn’t exactly the most important day of my life, but it certainly seemed like it. I had duties to tend to, an occupation to grace my presence with, and people relying on me to eat their chocolate and stroke their egos. In other words, a lot of responsibility rides on my shoulders. And it wasn’t a minute after 12:34 PM when my phone clamored at my bedside, signaling that I, indeed, was late. Blast that alarm, the worthless piece of schnay* didn’t go off!
(I pause for a moment, contemplating whether or not turning in at 5 AM this morning was a wise idea…)
So I was late for work, for the unteenth time in history. I wish I had some sort of sweet excuse, like “Sorry dudes, I was just out saving a dole of turtles from a burning pet store. What’d I miss?” or “My luncheon with Bono went longer than expected — I’ll do better next time.” Instead, what pardon do I expend upon my fellow co-workers but, “Guess what? I overslept.” Right when I thought I couldn’t get any more lame.
Today’s wonderful news!!
a) Some sort of a spectacular, stellar vintage bicycle has appeared outside of my home mysteriously, and I think I may claim it as my own. Slight rust and the tires could use a little air, but a sweet ride nonetheless. The purchasing of a basket and bell is in the works. F|M’ers, keep your eyes peeled!
ii) My room is still in severe disarray! HOORAY!
3) Guess who got a new staple gun, complete with 2000 staples? (Am I the only one that gets excited about these things, no?)
and finally
IV)
Fig A: Concatenation of a Roo drinking Starbucks
Friendly Otis bought Starbucks today. He was kind enough to order me up a Grande when all I really needed was a Tall. Grandes are a treat, especially when a Tall costs the same amount as a gallon of gas these days. Needless to say, the progression of my hyperactivity can be seen in Fig A. You know what they say at O&J: “The bigger the Starbucks drink, the greater the productivity.” Right on, dudes.
Well, that’s all for now. With any luck, an update of tomorrow’s affairs.
*A new vocab word that subs nicely for ‘shit’. I use it now in place of ‘shit’, so I don’t have to curse and use ‘shit’. By explaining this to you, I have been counterproductive in my ways. Shit.
muchlove—
jc
PS: Why is it that I am always the star of my blog? Really? Why must it be all about me taking photographs, standing in my room, or sucking down Starbucks drinks? Maybe I should take more pictures of sunsets and litter (the subjects of all award-winning photographs).
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