and todaaaaay, i'm sick because...that's what i do. according to my mother it's because my air conditioner is in my window. it's not on, mind you, merely its presence has caused me to fall ill.
regardless, i made the executive decision to work from home today. typically if i were to pull tomfoolery such as this, it would be to get a pedicure or crush a pitcher of bloody marys and perv westside tavern for ed westwick. but today, i actually got my shit together and busted out a large chunk of the latest too-much-work-in-no-time-for-'you've got to be kidding me?!?'-pay project i've gotten myself into yet again. so, i took a certain amount of pride in that. i'm also feeling slightly better today, even contemplated mixing myself a salty dog for the first time in 4 days (yeah, i was feeling that shitty...). and as i wrapped up the last line of page 35235 of a 5935938596302 page wireframe, i turned to look out my window at the peachiest pinkerific sunset i've seen in all my 24 long years.
so i thought to myself, LB - stop talkin' so much shit and blog about something sweet and heartwarming. write the julia fucking roberts of blog posts.
and in that moment, i realized something: not a single person i know gives fuck about nice shit.
a moment of pure clarity (...and class).
and the next moment turned into pure hatred. i realized that i can't really see the sunset because of this massive high-rise to the west. and then my concentration was blown by a cab-induced fender-bender on 8th. which is totally going to fuck up people's commutes home, and i'm going to have to hear honking for AT LEAST an hour. so that means i'm definitely going to end up with a headache on the one day i finally don't have a headache. and then remembered my stomach hurt, but that's just because i'm hungry, but i know that those heaven-sent angels over at dominos would definitely judge me if i ordered a thin crust and cheesy bread again this week. and that forced me to hate society for making me care.
so fuck you society. fuck you cabs. fuck you high-rises. dominos -- you're cool. fuck you sunsets. i'm out.
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