Surprise Attack
I totally just remembered that I had this journal account.
What sparked my memory you ask?
Well, while at work I was reading a random blog that belonged a fellow homo that I'm pretty sure I had sex with this summer...post flutag drinking. Epic memory really. But that's not the point. I can't really remember how I ended up on his blog page but somehow in my ADHD link following I did. I then remembered how a few years back I too was a journal writer. I now feel somewhat inspired. Really, it's just my ever increasing refusal to work while at work. So today begins the revival...
Today was my holiday luncheon for work. It was pretty cool. My christmas bonus was bigger than last year and I had bomb mashed potatoes. Come to find out that my job gives the big finger to vegetarians. Out of a three course meal I only ate the potatoes and the olive bread. Interesting side note, if you butter the bread and then put the garlic mashed potatoes in between the two bread halves then dip it in the olive oil provided, you've got pure magical heaven. All this going on while Man in the Mirror is playing to a cheap powerpoint presentation. There's just something about a little MJ that puts me a really good place. Totally made me forget I was watching utter shit about my job on a big screen.
Anyways, I've got 15 minutes left of work and I'm going to cash my fuckin' awesome bonus check that I clearly do not deserve and find myself in a heep of vodka and hopefully a cute boy.
Rikard
What sparked my memory you ask?
Well, while at work I was reading a random blog that belonged a fellow homo that I'm pretty sure I had sex with this summer...post flutag drinking. Epic memory really. But that's not the point. I can't really remember how I ended up on his blog page but somehow in my ADHD link following I did. I then remembered how a few years back I too was a journal writer. I now feel somewhat inspired. Really, it's just my ever increasing refusal to work while at work. So today begins the revival...
Today was my holiday luncheon for work. It was pretty cool. My christmas bonus was bigger than last year and I had bomb mashed potatoes. Come to find out that my job gives the big finger to vegetarians. Out of a three course meal I only ate the potatoes and the olive bread. Interesting side note, if you butter the bread and then put the garlic mashed potatoes in between the two bread halves then dip it in the olive oil provided, you've got pure magical heaven. All this going on while Man in the Mirror is playing to a cheap powerpoint presentation. There's just something about a little MJ that puts me a really good place. Totally made me forget I was watching utter shit about my job on a big screen.
Anyways, I've got 15 minutes left of work and I'm going to cash my fuckin' awesome bonus check that I clearly do not deserve and find myself in a heep of vodka and hopefully a cute boy.
Rikard