I began the day at 7, rousing from a fairly dream filled night of rest (all of which I have forgotten), to enjoy my morning repast of "Scooters" cereal. After which I took a refreshing shower and prepared for work. Unfortunately, due to a lull in my financial intake, I have not done my laundry for some time (but for those concerned I have a closet full of fresh clothing, I stopped recycling some time back). I was forced to delve deep into my closet and find a semi-rugged pair of Merona Low Cut/ Boot jeans from Kohls. Usually I stray from this pair of pants, it was something someone once said about men's pants getting diaper butt, but duty called and I threw them on. At this point it nearly 8; so I hopped on Doris and rode off to the grounds department. My boss, who shall remain nameless because of a confidentiality clause I made up in order to sound funny, told me about 5-10 minutes into the day to go pull weeds and dead-head mums by Rarick Hall. Once that was done, a few other projects passed, and lunch was over I found myself at Sheridan Hall. I wish I could say that the plot thickened, but the only action in this story is my underwear showing to the entire campus because above mentioned jeans are skanky! But I survived. The day finished with more weeds and more mums. Now, of course, I sit in the union pondering my day and relating the events to you. All the while secretly hurting because there are individuals in the world deprived from giving blood: which happens to be a practice I've been avoiding sense my departure from the womb.
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4 comments:
haha so do you wear women's jeans? I'm confused
inspired i leave this re-prose
kite squirrels flying freely
giving blood does make me
ill
anglers on my lawn mating
no, she is matriculating
still
smiley says no blogging
jayna does so secretly
nill
the number of peeps who
actually read this mess
peeps, marshmellowy treats
sickly sweet
nuke em till they
explode
Your inspiration has inspired me . . . unfortunately soon after being inspired said inspiration fizzled into a blob of icky green ichor which when left in the sun transmutated into this comment
these comments=hysterical
I am so glad you are all my friends! This just proves I hang out with the cool crowd...
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