If I could comfortably spend the rest of my days in a pair of cotton undies and bra in perfectly air conditioned house watching shitty tv and eating cheetos and get paid to do it all, I think I would be the happiest girl on earth.
The shocking reality that this isn't my fate, came crashing down early this morning. It was 10:30 am. I was balled up in a fetal position crying my heart out knowing that in a few short weeks, that wouldn't be considered casually sleeping in a little late. That would straight up be a firm reprimand to a job I don't care for that like any continual change in the seasons, I would return to because I had no other choice. That's what you do with fate. You go where the little ball and chain allows you to go.
It's now 11:20 and I have the full day ahead of me. I plan to do absolutely nothing and cherish every last moment of it.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
But, it has been requested that I return to my post as MC of the inane, best approached through a blog. So, there. I'm back. Most likely temporarily. Don't get too excited. Don't shift too uncomfortably in you seats. I have lots of errands to run today. I might tell you more about that later. Something hilarious will happen on the way to the bank...trust me. I mean, if you look at my account history, you'd laugh too. But, right now, I have to actually make it out there before anything funny can happen.