The Quick and the Posted
Alright, I'm going to type fast and think... uh... almost as fast.
I've seen a lot of Blogs where the blogger recounts their day. I think that my day is so mundane that it would kill this site if I were to post it with regularity. But, I want to give it a fast recount just this once. No spell check. No grammar check. Just a fast and raw post...
- I was late today. It's a don't want to get out of bed and face that lugubrious drollery again thing.
- I went across the street and got three GRANDE cups of coffee from World Cup for myself and two others. The girly-do there was a tad flustered. She's almost a "Santa-Fe met the Union Pacific head on and it was mighty bad" kind of a fumble. It was then that I realized that I really like flustered girls with that worn out look in their eyes who could very well be mildly toasted from something the night before. But that's just for today.
- She was bested by the coffee maker that went BUZZZ and wouldn't produce any more java. She could only stare blankly at its insubordonation.
- Someone brought in some Rammstein. That's German industrial music. Think of Metallica with a monotone Schwarzeneggger as the lead singer and you'll be close. We listened and said "Was ist der fuken?"
- Lunch sucked. Re-heated pizza. Some chicken with blah stuffing. The Snapple was good.
- I spent from five thirty in the morning until ten thirty in the morning doing not a damn thing. Nothin' to do.
- A co-worker had sex with a 'guest' last night. It was probably a milf co-worker that had my attention and he told me to rub my nose just a tad into the shit. Oh well. Good for him.
- I waited for Wifey-Do to pick me up. We went to see about replacing my totaly broke Razor phone. Wifey-Do won't pay the ridiculous price for a basic phone.
- I won't be talking to her on the phone for... How long? Oh well.
- I had tea and tried, with valiant effort, to finish The Wayfarer Redemption. I think that The Star Man, Tree Friend, and Star Drifter will have to fight the Skraelings for Tenscendor without me. I'm saying fare thee well after this book.
- Got three pair of wool cycling socks. Wool is gooood!
- I sense some seismic activity coming from up north. Could it be my co-worker?
- Did I spell seismic right?
Okay, I had to polish this a little bit. Now I'm hitting the publish button...
5 comments:
Rammstein is still playing in my head. It's starting to make sense.
One of the guys said he will make a copy. If not, I will go and get Du Hast myself.
Ja. Ich verstehen sie.
While Tanz-Metall plays in the background, Tardy Boy pounds caffine and fantasizes of flustered (but fulfilled) barista. Having naught else to do, he spends five hours in the fantasy, wallowing in envy over his co-worker's sexual conquest of somebody's desperate and lonely mother. His own wife makes the rules and, while he'll have warm feet, he's stuck with a bad read and a bad phone. His consolation prize? He knows how to spell "seismic".
Oh yeah, just rub it in!
That is funny. That's good.
Ha!
Thank you.
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