to quote raising arizona, "H.I., you're young and you got your health, what you want with a job?" not so much blogging this week with the novel writing and, like, working, okay. but whatever, mama's cranky and needs more coffee, valium and cabana boys. it would take the edge off. this is why ceo's have bars in their offices, you know. still, it doesn't hurt to have co-workers with nothing to fucking do and who send me amusing onion articles to make me giggle and not take myself too seriously while i am wearing 3" heels. (homegirl looks goood today! rowr.)
i am always preparing for the worst, hoping for the best. it's my nature. still, it is interesting to ponder, what is the worst that could happen? for me, it could be...clowns burst into my office, grab me and tickle, while wearing their stupid shit-eating perma-grin, then torture those closest to me, while i am forced to ride around and around them in circles watching on a tiny little bike. it would ruin biking for me forever.
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