I’m too sexy for my mices.
So yeah. I sit in the Writing Center at a table, except I don’t sit on the long end. I sit on the half end because that means I’m out of the way of all the people who pass between the “teacher’s computers” and that table. It’s 6:00 AM because I dropped off my wife and guess what guess what? Everyone who passes me has to talk smack about my sexy mouse.
Actually, it’s more like, “Hey! That’s a pretty mouse!”
But I know what they’re really saying. They’re really saying, “Yo dude, ain’t choo a man?”
Yes. I’m trying to imagine my coworkers, teachers and all that, actually saying that.
Yes. My brain is rejecting the imagery, too. But not before my belly giggles at the thought of it.
And what’s so pretty about my mouse? It was a present from my cousin. Don’t they get presents from their cousins?
And it’s red. Don’t they have red things?
And it looks like a ladybug.
Oh yeah. Too sexy.
felixnation :: Jan.18.2007 :: The Coal Mine, coworkers, family, wife :: No Comments »