Today I stood in front of a printer and realized how much I enjoyed it. It’s cold outside but the pages came out warm at a very consistent pace which for some reason made me feel like I was accomplishing a lot. I eventually had to cancel the print job I was on because the girl behind me was growing very upset after 236 pages popped outta that little miracle box. The way it makes words on both sides baffles me every time. #BackInTheSaddleAgain
Inherently Bad Phalanx
Among my ten toes, the middle one on my right foot is definitely the trouble maker of the bunch.
Bar Soap vs. Body Wash
I was in quite the debacle today at isle 6 in Hornbachers. For anyone that does not know, I have serious problems trying to figure out what item I want to purchase when it comes to toiletries. Anything from what color toothbrush to purchase, to the probability of a deodorant working based off of the label that covers the small oval casing. Anyway, today was taking a gamble on the return to bar soap or going with body wash. For the record I usually go with Dove for men “Extra Fresh” body wash edition. I caught myself thinking, “I never invest in a loofah, maybe i’m just throwing my money down the toilet without one”. But then I thought about how it seems as if every type of bar soap mysteriously smells EXACTLY THE SAME. Beyond that, after you take a shower with bar soap, regardless of what the label says, your skin comes out feeling a bit dry and tight. After a solid 5 minute argument in my face going back-and-fourth about prices and “sex appeal” of the different products, I chose the bar soap. Dove for men “Extra Fresh” bar soap edition.
Took a shower and came out fairly unhappy with my decision for the reasons listed above and having no idea where to keep that little stick of semi-freshness in-between showers.
A Real Cowboy’s Recommendation
I woke up feelin like a real cowboy this morning. I put a couple pieces of bread in the toaster and then strutted into my living room to watch the U.S. womens soccer highlights vs. Brazil. about 5 minutes later I realized that my toast was probably burned. It was. ”Heck with it”. I said to myself. ”I’m feelin straight G this morning, i’ll eat that shit.” There is also something that everyone in this world should try at least once. You should try eating a meal while you watch two giraffe’s engage in sexual intercourse. There is something special and magical about it.
Side-note—-The toast was awful.
Got a new ceiling fan installed a couple days ago…my life will never be the same. The thing has a filthy ambiance and a personality that can take over a party at any moment. After one can finally settle down and just accept that it is beautiful, they will then finally hear what it is preaching. It gives off a faint humming noise that could make a hummingbird cream its britches. However, there is one minor negative, you gotta be careful around this bad-boy! I got pretty into a television show the other day and nearly had my eyeballs dried out by the breeze that was omitted by its glorious little wings. I love it though…I do. If it were my son, I would put it in a little headlock and give it a nuggie.