Friday, October 20, 2006

I believe in the power of positive thinking, and I also believe that you can definitely speak good or bad things into existence if you really put your mind to it. So, I realize that once I say what I'm getting ready to say, I could be wishing bad things to happen to me, but I"ll take my chances. I just have the feeling that today will not be a good day for numerous reasons. I'm hoping that by addressing these things early in my day, that I'll be able to somehow salvage a great day.
First and foremost, when I ran on the track this morning, I was the ONLY one there. It was 5:30 am, it was cool and it was raining, so I guess that scared all the runners as well as the senior citizen power walk cult away. But since the court is well-lit, I don't really stress it, so I begin my run. During my second lap, I notice a shoe in the lane that I'm running in. Now I am quite sure that I did NOT see that shoe in my lane during the first lap, so instantly I start looking around. I think maybe some kids are playing a joke on me, but then I said, what kid would be up at 5:30 in the morning, just to terrorize someone on the track? Not bloody likely(read that phrase in an English accent). So then I start looking behind me for the Burger King mascot, because this seems like something he would do. Needless to say, I couldn't figure out where the damn shoe came from, and I just ran my last two laps at warp speed and got the hell out.

The second reason I think a bad day forthcometh, is that I forgot my lunch. A lot of love and time goes into my lunch when I make it, and I just left that shit in the fridge, along with my oatmeal. I pride myself on the money I save bringing breakfast and lunch everyday, while my co-workers spend $20 daily on food that will eventually have them looking like Rosie O'Donnell, and that is simply unacceptable. But now I can either act like I'm fasting, or I'll have to join them. And the last reason this day sucks already, is that I got rained on. I can't find my umbrella, so I was wet, my shirt is wrinkled, and I just felt like hot garbage on a stick. So there you have it.

While I'm writing this, it occurs to me that this particular blog entry is incredibly boring, but hey such is my life thus far this morning.

One more thing, this morning one of my co-workers is showing a WHOLE lot of cleavage. I mean we're talking Aretha Franklin levels here, although this woman here at my job isn't nearly that big. She came in here this morning to request something from me, and I tried to keep my eyes on her eyes. I mean I tried very hard, but they kept veering off to her chest. She played along with me though, and she acted she didn't see me looking 150 times. But I wonder..1)why would you have all that out at work 2)when you KNOW that you have cleavage out all over the place, do you get offended when men look more than once? or is it just staring? It baffles me man..if its out I'm looking, and I could care less if you get mad. There is no male equivalent. Guys don't walk around with half of their genitalia out..at least straight ones don't. And if we did women would look..then again guys probably wouldn't mind, but that's not the point here. I could see if today was some type of formal event, but its not. Its casual Friday, so why all the breast?

In honor of the lonely track run this morning, I shall conclude today's unfocused blog entry with a song by Don Henley entitled, The Boys of Summer.

3 comments:

hadassah444 said...

How sure are you that the shoe wasnt there before?

try to have a good day

Jo said...

Okay, I HAVE TO repeat this . . .You said,"I think maybe some kids are playing a joke on me, but then I said, what kid would be up at 5:30 in the morning, just to terrorize someone on the track? Not bloody likely (read that phrase in an English accent). So then I start looking behind me for the Burger King mascot, because this seems like something he would do." That SHIT is hilarious . . .what do you mean, "A BORING BLOG." You had me DYING! That's what you get for running in the dark . . .anyone who has ever run on a track in the dark (esp. in DC) KNOWS first hand the jogging spooks . . they fuck you up! One minute you are high on the run and the next minute you are thinking about Jack the Ripper and being the next breaking news item on the ten o'clock news - titled "Jogger Slain." As far as the Aretha Franklin shot - EEEWWWW gross! - that's not pretty at all, you NASTY. And as for men showing their balls, that is NO comparison to tits . . .balls are UGLY. I would be revolted if I saw a piece of a mans balls sticking out of his jeans (esp. if they were hairy - EEEWWWW!). . .I WOULD NOT, underanycircumstance steal a second glance, unless of course, I was checking to see if I had really saw what I thought I saw. Anywho, keep up the good work. This is much better than hearing about recipies. And cudos on the morning jog . . .glad you are back at it. Breaks are needed every now and then.

asabi said...

omg..this one might be the funniest yet. i am literally in tears over the Burger King Mascot line. That nigga gives me the creeps. anyhoo, carryon..