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Thursday, July 12, 2007


...Or, High Times

Most mornings I wake up, drag my ass into the shower, then iron, get dressed, comb my hair and get on my way. I then drive 1 mile to the park and ride, hop on a bus, and am in town in about 10 minutes. Then, I get off of the bus, walk to my building, sometimes get a tall non-fat vanilla latte, hop in the elevator, and am magically whisked away to the land of 33, where I make my way to my desk to wake up. It's a process which is pretty much performed while on autopilot.

This morning, I was jarred out of my autopilot by the bus slamming on the brakes and throwing all of the unsuspecting riders into one another. I was deeply involved in the book I'm reading, "Possible Side Effects", so I was even more shocked than the people who were actually watching where the giant breadbox on wheels was going. This royally f*cked up my morning. I found myself actually thinking about the bus, work, and where the hell I had to go.

The bus stopped and I looked up thinking, "is this my stop?" Then I walked around looking at the city, with more thoughts like:
  • Was this sidewalk always cracked like this?
  • Who the hell did such a crappy job on the bricks?
  • Is that smelly homeless guy in white-man dreads always sitting outside of Starbucks?
  • Wow. My Building is tall! I'm on the 33rd floor. That's high up! What if a plane hit the building? Why am I voluntarily propelling myself in a high-speed box up that damn thing. Maybe I should just go home
I wish that I could have stayed on autopilot today.

Thankfully, by the time I got on the elevator I was distracted by the thought of, "What was she thinking, wearing those shoes with that skirt? Tramp!" And I was back on autopilot by the time I heard that familiar :ding: of the elevator.

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At 7/13/2007 12:40 PM, Anonymous natedogg's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

The bus slammed on the bus? Intereseting...

"What was she thinking, wearing those shoes with that skirt? Tramp!"

I just shot ice tea out of my nose because of that ^ lol

At 7/16/2007 11:17 AM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Try not to think about the heights. Focus on the shoes. Focus on the latte. Mmmm.. latte...


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