Strange Day

This morning I woke up tired…I hate that I really did get a good nights sleep but I woke up tired. Was I having rough sex in my dream or aerobics? Lets just pretend it is the first option. I get to work and I am zoning out on spreadsheets and people rambling to me on the phone, when I realized every time I moved I could smell "paradise thrill"… it was my clothes. When I was at my mom and dad’s yesterday I did laundry and my mom must have got that bounce scent release. So I moved around my desk and…wow this stuff really works. It makes me sneeze at times but it works. Then a co-worker asked me what kind of perfume I was wearing. I was perplexed, I did not how to answer… did she actually smell the Ed Hardy perfume or the bounce scent release? So I had her sniff my sleeve and it was the bounce scent release… that I am certain, is cheaper than the Ed Hardy perfume. Go figure.

Then my shoe kept eating my sock. Have you ever had that happen? The more I walked the more my sock got sucked in my shoe it was very annoying. I hate wardrobe malfunctions, I say everyone should just work naked, but maybe not borrow each other’s pens.

Anyway …

I am beyond agitated today
And nothing seems to be going my way
I really have nothing to say
Maybe I just need to get laid
D’aww look at the poem I just made