It’s Friday,
dear readers. And you know what that means!
No, seriously,
what does it mean?
Darn it... |
Anywho, since I’m
sitting in Gregory’s Coffee with my lovely friend Nicole at the moment,
pretending to do homework, I thought I’d stop in and write a little blog post.
…about the
worst.day.of.my.week.
WHAT exactly made
this day bad, you ask!?
WELL! Let’s start
in the morning. I woke up to rain. And, generally, that doesn’t bother me. I
can run in the rain. Heck, I LIKE running in the rain!
So, I put on some
running clothes, laced up my shoes, and exited my building to a torrential
downpour.
Being the
determined person I am, I kept running, down the avenues, toward the East
River.
…Oops?
It got to the
point where I was no longer jogging, but sloshing through a flood of water that
reached up to my knees.
I finished my run
anyway.
OH, YEAH! And
during my run, there was this dude sitting on a bench by the river IN THE RAIN
who always smiles
and follows me with his eyes as I run past. Let me get this straight – I get
it. Some people in this world are just naturally attractive when they exercise.
Literally. |
I, however, am
NOT one of these people. So, naturally, you should kindly STOP THAT, SIR.
AND! To top it
all off, my brand new, awesome, pretty, arch-supported running shoes hurt my foot.
SO! After that, I
went to work and then school – nothing particularly bad happened, but nothing
great happened either, which should have been a sign!
Then, late after
school, I went home. I’ve been living in a building with my lovely roommates
since September. It’s a nice place in a great neighborhood. The only issue is that
NOBODY ELSE IN THE BUILDING KNOWS ME!! What does this result in?
Well, I walked up
to the front door right behind another tenant. He went inside, turned, shook
his head, and closed the door in my face.
DO I NEED TO POST
A PICTURE OF MYSELF IN THE LOBBY!? Seriously, folks, let’s get with the times.
Then, I went
inside and did not enjoy anything for the rest of the day.
That showed him.
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