Do you ever wake up in the morning feeling like a pale nematode injected with radioactive dye and squeezed flat between two microscope slides?
On my planet, that’s feeling good. It’s like, ah, kick back between these slick slides baby and feel the warmth of that radioactive barium, no worries, nothing.
A friend loan me success tapes. CDs. Success coach yak at me on commute into work. I think, give it a chance. Give it a chance. What the hell, give it a chance. Breathing, affirmations, power dude. I sit down at work feeling a new state of power and hope, and open bottle of mineral water and spray myself good. The secret to doing that, is when it happens, you get it down low, below the keyboard, otherwise the tech guy comes in and says, show me this keyboard that’s not working and he opens it up and sees the liquid and laughs at you and how it smells like nacho chips and pringles.
So, I’ll listen to the full series, but eh. Plus I miss getting to work and having no memory of driving through the woods or seeing any deer.
But wtf. Give it a chance. It’s an experiment.
On my planet barium dye is like an electric blanket.
What I meant to say was, “I miss getting to work and *having* a memory of driving through the woods…”
Mr Too Much Integrity, when that happens to me I edit the post and hope no one’s seen it yet.
Now you’ve given me an idea that there are creatures out there who wake up and *don’t* feel like besquoze nematodes. and me, I thought that was what coffee was for: to smoothe out the nematodiness of the morning activation crisis.
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I can’t wait to hear about the success of the success tapes.
Go ahead and edit the post. It’s one of one’s few genuinely god-like powers.
Don’t forget, I control the weather *and* the price of gasoline.
so, go ahead and kick back between those slick slides. but in a girlish way.