There is a fly in my office, buzzing around and thinking disgusting fly thoughts...I have the window open, hoping he'll get the hint and roll the F out of here before he meets a size 8 flip-flop, but NOOOO, he's just grossing me out and occasionally landing on my head.
I get out of here in an hour, hallelujah, and then I'm off to a hard night of sitting on my bum and watching crappy network TV with my dad. Yes. I know you're jealous, I would be too. Usually some cake is involved, Pepperidge Farm by standard, but the flavor varies. Me and my dad love us some good cake.
As I'm currently rocking out to Duffy and writing this trivial drivel, I can't help but wonder who in their right mind would want to read about my boring life...but you never know, right? What may be boring to me may be an intriguing, compelling read for some. I'll just write, and hopefully someone will read and want more.
Here's to hoping.