Aisle 6: Bargin Insanity Aisle
So I woke up this morning at five. At six I was fully awake. This is not a normal thing for me. I would like to say my body is turning over a new leaf and kicking into productive mode. However, in reality I'm going to say that it is because I drank a wee bit of alcohol last night. When ever I drink enough to get pleasently buzzed I wake up early and uber refreshed. So here I am quite chipper for once at work and not doing anything. I should be writing but that's something I have all day to do.
Wow a half hour past by already? I'm jiving on a good day. Some how I feel that once I start ineracting with some of my friends I'm going to go down hill. Why? Because, you see, my friends have these preconcieved notions of how I'm to act at all times. These notions are incredibly falsely founded. I'm not a pessemist or incredibly serious at all. Stress makes me into these, and I'm not sure any one at this school has seen me destressed. Which I currently am.
I can't wait to find some one to hug, cause I'm going to hug the shit out of them. OH yes I am!
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Tossed into a slightly more expansive supermarket our anti-hero moves through the night like a pirate (i.e. rather loudly and most likely drunkenly singing a song).
That Guy Who Writes This
- HairballofDoom
- Melbourne, Florida, United States
- Legos or Lincoln Logs, it's a tough choice.
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