What you see here was a gift from my aunt. A “Congratulations on deciding to restart your life" gift with a side of “You need a way to keep connected- like on facebook!!”. Ok ok. So my Nonnie is a crackbook addict. I don’t think she needs an intervention… yet. Either way, this was a wonderful gift. I even like the keyboard.
Diet Pepsi is a must. I don’t know if that will ever change. Though I can tell you that the frequency of my drinkage has gone way down. I wouldn’t be surprised if Pepsi Co. contacts me and interrogates me as to why I have given up the habit of drinking a couple bottles a day. My answer- I don’t have a vending machine ten feet from me. Maybe they’ll give me my own! There’s an idea. Danger.
My Zune. t probably is extremely happy that I have removed it from my makeup drawer. What was it doing there? Something with the idea that I lost my charger, and had no reason to use it anymore. False. I redid my entire library, and it’s so close to perfection, I almost cried. Definitely is my fuel for blogging… or dancing. Whichever comes first. Shake that booty .
My cousin, MRS. Kay now. Don’t you forget it. Even though I let Miss Kay sip from time to time. Sorry love! But she is a Mrs. She’s a new addition to my work place. I am thoroughly enjoying her. We have a lot of similarities… also differences. Which makes conversations that much more interesting.
My phone is missing from the picture, but it’s there. Sucking down battery even though I haven’t touched it in the last hour. *shakes head* I love that it’s a mini computer, but damn, I use it for a moment and half of the battery is gone. Gah. What am I going to do if I want to make a … home video?! It’d better be a quick one if that’s the case.
Dunkin Iced Coffee. Self explanatory. This morning there was an extra shot of espresso thrown in there… Oh excuse me. Turbo shot. I have to get that right. My cousin is the one with the veggies. Broccoli Kayla?! Sick. You keep your damn alien brain veggie.
Keys. The exit strategy for today. She’s in class for another two hours, and I feel like I’ve been sitting in the lounge area long enough, sucking up table space. A nice table if I may add. With my back to the wall, so I can watch the world, or the hot looking man with a striking resemblance to Hickey Kinickey. It’s the hair… greased back. I can barely believe it.
Sorry. Gotta bounce. Britney just came on. Let’s DANCE!!
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