Friday! Friday! Friday!
My first job was
working in a Target like store. I used to get stuck in the electronics
department on week nights and no one ever, EVER, came in. So I would do work
appropriate things to entertain myself, like practice my awesome gymnastic skills
down the aisles. Don’t judge, I won awards at that place. Legit ones. Best
customer service and Limbo Queen. This info is going somewhere, I swear.
There was a smokin college
boy that worked the security cameras at the aforementioned store. The place was
full of high school girls just waiting to pounce on him. Humans, I was team
captain of the “I want to make out with J” squad. So I asked him out and turns
out guy had been crushin on me since he saw me turn cartwheels next to fancy DVD
players. 12 years ago people. Netflix was not really a thing yet. So we totally
fell in lust for a month or so until he made out with another chick and I
ditched him at a show to go hang out with another, even hotter dude.
What I’m getting at
is Friday makes me want to do cartwheels down the hall. Sure, there isn’t any
hot security guards checking me out and I might take out a vice provost because
I’m just not as coordinated as I used to be, but it’s Friday. The high a
sprinkled donut used to give me isn’t working anymore. Now it has to be three
donuts. I need to add in some cardio. Tell me I’m not alone. Even if you have
to lie.
Happy Friday!
You're not alone. Really, no lie! :)
ReplyDeleteHappy Friday! I'm doing cartwheels right now...in my mind!
You are my kind of girl. I am a firm believer that if you are attracted to someone then you shouldn't be afraid to show some interest. So many of my single friends get crushes but are too afraid of rejection to make a move. Screw that. I say go up to him and ask him what he is doing tonight!
ReplyDeleteThats how I snagged my man!
Happy Friday to you!
I am all for doing cartwheels to pass the time or in celebration (though I'm not doing them at the moment for obvious reasons!!).
ReplyDeleteps: boobs. So glad to hear yours went back to normal! Very reassuring to hear that - I was having a total fear that I'd be walking around like Dolly Parton for the rest of my days (massive boobs on a tiny frame). And I hear you on the stretchmarks. Alas, I'm not like the other 8 million bloggers either that have magically escaped unscathed. I think they lie. Or have bad eyesight and can't see them.
hehhe, i couldn't do a cartwheel to save my life ... but that picture with chili all over my face, now that i can do!!!
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