My car is the victim of a hit and run. Not just any hit and run. A hit and run that took place at my own house very very early in the morning. No note, just tracks in the dirt. I question humanity all of the time but this is just low. I can imagine what was going through the guilty persons head.
"Hahaha." Screeeeech, as they pull out of the parking lot.
or
"Oooppsss...", as they looked around with a paranoid grin then crept out into the night with my black paint smeared on their bumper. I kind of want to kick them in the crotch.
Coincidentally I am a victim too. A victim of myself. I had ample time last night to study and I have ample time right now to pick up that blue book with the white letters... but something in my brain is telling me 'noooo, don't do it'. Shut up brain!
There is so much crap I have to do and have not got around to. Hook up the printer, clean my room, get my car fixed, pay rent, pay electricity, get envelopes, deposit my paycheck. Or rather; deposit my paycheck, get envelopes then pay rent. Maybe I need stamps too? My rent is supposed to arrive in my landlords mailbox on the fifth otherwise I get charged more money. We can't let that happen. Also I have not been to the gym in a million years. I'm just not a gym person. I guess that was kind of an impulse after gaining a few pounds in Jamaica... I just like to eat!
Haaha, impulse gym membership... yes, well that's better than impulse cookie making, which is what I'm down for right now!
ReplyDeleteI totally understand that whisper from the brain telling us not to pick up the book and read. Stupid brain. It doesn't want to get pumped up, which in medical terms is called hypertrophy. To waste away is called atrophy, like your muscles after you have a cast on for a long time, or what happens to your brain when you don't study. (see, studying does something)