Just walked by a Chipotle.
are you feeling okay? for me this would mean i’ve lost a part of my soul. a great, substantial calorie, hot sauce, gooey messy, wrapped in a tortilla part of my soul.
nommmmm.
GPOYW. done on the correct day / fuck yeah my collars popped / wanna be Top Gun edition. yeah…today just feels better.
Warning Call
me: ugh! holy shit i'm so close to being done
chica: Woo
me: but i just can't muster up the energy to finish
me: ...my paper that is
chica: Haha
Well Sheesh!
if i would have known it was national cliche day i wouldn’t have put all my eggs in one basket with this term paper tonight. i’ve been spinning my wheels on this thing all day. better late than never i guess huh? i would have rather been at the Rec Center today, participating in pick-up game of basketball or two. i’d be working on our intramural motto, which is to take it one play at a time. i should probably be working on my jump shot right now seeing as though i can’t buy a bucket from deep. Knock on wood there are no injuries this year like the last. Tough break. i’m going to keep my fingers crossed that there is a snowball’s chance in hell we can finish with a winning record this year. i’m sure soon enough our team will be firing on all cylinders.
alright back to the paper. i think i’m just going to wing it.
Procrastinating On 15 Page Paper By...?
tossing recently received oversized Smarties way up in the air and letting them descend ever so accurately into my mouth, while sitting in front of my computer at a blank page in MS Word.
word.
Whats Worse Than A Bad Woman Driver?
two bad women drivers talking about how funny it is that they are terrible drivers and humorously endangering lives every time they strap up behind the wheel.
i’m not saying there aren’t bad male drivers (few and far between) but bad women drivers ruin countries economies.
