so i'm one of those super nerds who has never really been in denial and i have no qualms confessing that i, super nerd, made a list of things i totally need to blogify. however, my fatass left the list upstairs, and will blogify today's events instead.. for now. can you tell i really really really miss my computer/internet/web-freedomosity? ugh.
i had the genius idea to wear my heels into work today instead of my flip-flops... mostly because my long pants didn't quite go with my short legs and flat shoes and i was hoping not to bust my ass on my pant leg before 8 am. so there i went, clicking and smacking my heels on the tile-ish floor, trying to make it across the building and up 5 flights of stairs within 3 minutes, when out of no where, my left heel gave, slightly. i seriously thought "wow, that would have sucked, i could have been out one cankle," and then suddenly, without warning or reason or any form of "cuidado! piso mojado!" bullshit, my right heel completely wigs out and i'm suddenly naomi campbell on vivienne westwood's catwalk! (less the whole "raging-bitch" part) anyways, i have those "almost-falls" often enough to know how to catch myself, but it was still tres embarassing and enough for me to blurt out a hearty "SHIT!" at the pentagon. i know this would have been a much better story if i had actually gone down and some marine had to scoop me up, but i can't help it if i'm too agile and lacking in the damsel in distress department...
i keep wanting to bring my camera (you know, the one i don't really have) to work just so i can take pictures of the silent-peace-protesters who stand outside. i mean, they just stand their with their hippie signs while everyone walks in to work and i really want to get a snapshot! there's this asian man who wears one of those asian toga things and i promise you, he is Buddha reincarnated, and he just stands there with his tambourine and bald head and plays a little beat while i hop into work. talk about a kodak moment! i wonder how much shit i can get in to for taking pictures... of the Buddha tambourine man? maybe it's not a tambourine, because i'm pretty sure he hits it with a stick.. but you know, whatever, Buddha tambourine man sounds too tres-beyond-rad to stop saying.
i had the genius idea to wear my heels into work today instead of my flip-flops... mostly because my long pants didn't quite go with my short legs and flat shoes and i was hoping not to bust my ass on my pant leg before 8 am. so there i went, clicking and smacking my heels on the tile-ish floor, trying to make it across the building and up 5 flights of stairs within 3 minutes, when out of no where, my left heel gave, slightly. i seriously thought "wow, that would have sucked, i could have been out one cankle," and then suddenly, without warning or reason or any form of "cuidado! piso mojado!" bullshit, my right heel completely wigs out and i'm suddenly naomi campbell on vivienne westwood's catwalk! (less the whole "raging-bitch" part) anyways, i have those "almost-falls" often enough to know how to catch myself, but it was still tres embarassing and enough for me to blurt out a hearty "SHIT!" at the pentagon. i know this would have been a much better story if i had actually gone down and some marine had to scoop me up, but i can't help it if i'm too agile and lacking in the damsel in distress department...
i keep wanting to bring my camera (you know, the one i don't really have) to work just so i can take pictures of the silent-peace-protesters who stand outside. i mean, they just stand their with their hippie signs while everyone walks in to work and i really want to get a snapshot! there's this asian man who wears one of those asian toga things and i promise you, he is Buddha reincarnated, and he just stands there with his tambourine and bald head and plays a little beat while i hop into work. talk about a kodak moment! i wonder how much shit i can get in to for taking pictures... of the Buddha tambourine man? maybe it's not a tambourine, because i'm pretty sure he hits it with a stick.. but you know, whatever, Buddha tambourine man sounds too tres-beyond-rad to stop saying.
2 comments:
tre amusing...us canklers must stick together, i suggest never wearing heels for long than you have to, it ends dangerously. p.s. i was reading a 'life and style' magazine, and lindsey lohan totally has cankles...we should invite her to join our club
Once upon a time, I had ankles. I was about 12. Then, puberty hit and BAM, god took them away faster than I could say "holy shit!" And that is probably why he stole them away. My crazy blasphemous mouth. The end.
p.s. Good recap. Need I tell you that I wish you would blog more often. Both you and dani.
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