this morning, a mosquito came in whispered in my ear. that resulted in me instinctually slapping the shit out of myself. so, i woke up eariler than i usually do. might i also add that being hairy doesn't help like i thought it would. i figured that because of my hair, the small rodent insects would have to work to actually get to my skin. but alas, the hair is more of a distraction to me, as any small movement with air circulation in the room (fan, vent, AC) makes me think that a bug is attacking, when it's really just my hair moving. this makes me slap myself more often than i need to.
either way, fine, i get it, cosmos. i understand, mother nature. i gotcha, oh sweet karma. get up and be about the day, you say. get my voter registration absentee information printed and sent out. ok. call and follow up on possible job opportunities. ok. jog and exercise before you wonder how you developed man-boobs overnight. alright. sheesh. you could've given me a dream or something. having these damn mosquitoes sending messages like this is not what's up. it's just rude. effective, but rude.
thanks.
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