don’t be fooled by the giddy expression splashed across my face.
[or do. your choice.]
there are approximately 7 people i want to stab in the face even as we speak.
but.
they pay me to be in this position.
[not all the time. but sometimes.]
at home.
on my couch.
in a tank top.
[i can wear a tank top because i’m indoors. which means i’m not outdoors.]
clutching my boob?
apparently.
go figure.
i didn’t put any make-up on today. (obviously.)
why, you ask?
because i don’t have to see anyone.
no one.
i like days when i don’t have to put on make-up.
or real clothes.
or even brush my teeth.
[which i do anyway because i’m just that kind of girl and take pride in the pearlies and am acutely aware that gum disease is directly related to heart failure. i’m not so much into heart failure. or gum disease, for that matter. keep brushing, folks.]
but don’t worry.
i’m just like you and have days when i hate my job more than anything in the universe and want to set all of hollywood on fire and watch it burn slowly to the ground while sitting in some villa in the south of france. picking grapes. or my nose. that’s gross. like gum disease, gross.
today isn’t one of those days.
tomorrow could be.
it’s way too early to tell.
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