Flipflops in the Rain


‘spilled her coffee, broke her shoelace…’

when i heard fuel’s “bad day” on the radio last night, i didn’t realize it was gonna be such nasty foreshadowing in the life of me.

woke up late.
woke up cranky.
woke up sore from yoga.
woke up with puffy, puffy eyes from an allergy attack.
had a quick roommate bitchfest.
hit ridiculous traffic. again.
couldn’t start my craptastic computer.
found out my ‘puter’s hard drive committed suicide. already.
spent most the morning not working. and not in a fun way.
spent a lot of money i don’t have.
had to make a lunch, per the fast food fast.
burnt my hand on lunch.
dropped my hot lunch facedown on the dirty floor and into an open box of printer paper.
dropped hot lunch in front of coworker.
cried over hot lunch. (who cries over dropping something?!)
smoked a cigarette.
taste like an ashtray.
dreading softball game tonight.
driving to game tonight equals no booze.
can’t skip game or team will have to forfeit.
annoyed by coworker’s voice.
annoyed with my negative attitude.
not changing my negative attitude anyway.

Today. FAIL.



eat more chikin.
November 15, 2007, 2:52 pm
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i just ate two chicken sandwiches from the new chick fil a down the street. I have a third unopened sandwich sitting next to me. my stomach is convulsing and i want to keel over in fullness pains. but the smell is intoxicating and the sweet, sweet taste is calling out to me… i just might have to go for it.

everyone in my office warned me about the deliciousness that is this seemingly average fast food restaurant. despite my skepticism and best efforts to not jump on the chikin bandwagon, i found they were right. i may have had what some might call a religious experience. and — judging by the dozens of other coworkers wandering around with chick fil a bags — i’m not alone.

hmm… on that note, perhaps i could auction off my third sandwich?

or not.

… and her gravestone read “death by chiken.”