It is happy hour with co-workers day which means two posts apparently. There are so many important things that happened today that I didn't even tell you. I feel selfish.
Today is of course different than ordinary days because it is so cold that you can hear the jet engines of the planes taking off struggle to push a littler harder to climb a little higher. Kind of like when my car went into immobilize mode this morning when I started it because it didn't want to move at all and tried to tell me that I was stealing it. Kind of like that. It is also different because I don't believe in class on Friday and for some reason only known to Satan and probably my mom too I threw my hung-over self into the shower and I fixed my hair and painted my face to sit in a 50 minute class that only lasted 30 minutes. As a reward for my new found love for Friday classes, I marched my frozen extremities to the Palace of the Juices of Jamba and got myself a gigantic blueberry, raspberry, strawberry mess.
I, along with my bouncy hair, shiny eyes, and fur-trimmed boots marched towards the escalator and all of the sudden I see this hot hot guy and I am all like he looks really familiar, maybe it's a celebrity, no, yes, no, no, yes, maybe and he gives me this hey baby look and I coyly sip my smoothie and smile with my eyes and then the moment ends and I am desperately trying to remember where I put my car keys. Then all of the sudden, I run into a figurative cement wall. That. Was. My. Ex. Boyfriend. And. Fuck. I. Thought. He. Was. Hot.
After a few minutes of utter panic, I had this realization, I looked hot hot hot too! And it isn't that I need to make him jealous because I broke up with him so I am certain he is still madly in love with me, obviously, but it was like a miracle that I didn't see him when I was wearing sweat pants and his old sweatshirt and flip flops with greasy hair and no make-up.
I will go to Friday class from now on if only to incite jealousy.
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