Outta Control
I usually blog at work, unless I feel really motivated late at night and post at home for the next day. So I sit hunched over my desk, cramming blog posts in, clicking over to a ‘work’ screen when I hear the boss approaching, hoping to jeebus no one walks by my cube as I’m typing a witty awe-inspiring comment (more like crazy creepy innuendo-filled spurt of words) on someone’s blog.
I just had a feeling of ‘ahhhh’ because I was getting caught up reading blog posts from y’all over the last few days, and then I realized…
I hadn’t posted today.
And I had nothing to say that didn’t have to do with how I’m loathing work, or the amount of caffeine-free diet coke I drink in a day, or how gassy I feel because of all the damn veggies I’m eating, or how much I want to roll the members of ‘Eagles of Death Metal’ into a ball and have crazy drunken sex with them, and boy isn’t it hot out today and when will I write the Great American Whatever so I can have summers off to lounge by a pool and eat crazy melon balls soaked in vodka.
Ever have one of those days?
7 Comments:
Yes!
I feel you sister!
Well, I've lost my "summers off" priviliges since I quit teaching, but I'm off this week, and with your inspiration, I'm off to sun myself by a pool and eat something infused.
Ta ta!
somebody save me... there's over an hour left of this godforsaken day and I finished all my work two hours ago.... I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed- something.
yes, I know how you feel. Only instead of the Eagle whatsis, I'll take the Blue Angels pilots, rolled into a ball...
Welcome to the Club.
Glad to have ya.
That's my life.
yes, ma'am
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