
Who loses that kind of thing? You do. Please wait til Monday to see about getting them back. Until then: Haha for you! Good luck getting home, sucker. Your car is in the parking lot not too far from you, but it's just there to taunt.

Good thing you and the city bus are pretty tight. You can get from Point A to Point B. Usually. Sometimes. On the really good days. When your hair looks good.

Redeeming note: Luckily for you, you're a freakin' genius and have a spare key to your car AND your apartment. Look at you go, Ms. Responsible.

Saturday: You brush your hair AND have your shoes tied (but really only because you slip them on and never actually untie them, but that's beside the point). Today has already been a productive day (see above).

Fast forward: Time to go watch a movie with some of your favorite people on the planet. Granted you're still in your shiny orange basketball shorts, and those are really not to be worn in public. Change. Brush your hair again (you are seriously on a roll today). Lock yourself out of your bedroom, spare keys inside.

Is use of this picture illegal? Probably. Leaving a comment on his blog now.)
...Wait. What? Plan: ruined. Push. Turn. Pry. Credit card. Whine. All to no avail. Good thing you have friends who will feed you cookies and let you watch movies in their apartment, tall beasts of boys who can scale walls and break into two-story windows, and roommates who will eat chili and doughnuts with you afterward so that you can laugh about the whole thing and listen to stories about Belissa, Bourtney and Bristen.

Sunday: So far, so good. But it's only 9 am. You've got time.
Anyone wanna lend me their keys or other valuables? Hit me up.

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