Thoughts thought in the last 10 minutes
“I’m tired.”
“Really tired.”
“I need coffee.”
“I didn’t get coffee this morning.”
“I also didn’t shower.”
“That’s beside the point.”
“I should go downstairs to the coffee shop.”
“Okay, I’ll go.”
“This elevator takes forever.”
“Oh no, someone else is getting on the elevator.”
“Awkward.”
“Pretend to count change in your wallet.”
“Watch the lights – floor 5… 4… 3… 2…”
“Finally – lobby!”
“Walk quickly.”
“Wait – there’s a piano in the lobby?”
“Why?”
“For the holiday spirit?”
“Is she playing ‘Piano Man’?”
“That’s weird.”
“If I could be supplied with caffeine intravenously, I would.”
”I’d strap on a CamelBak of espresso.”
”They should market those! I SHOULD MARKET THOSE!”
“I need a big cup of coffee.”
“Oh my goodness, is that Patrick Swayze?”
“No, but it looks like him.”
[sing along with “Every Breath You Take,” playing on the coffee shop speakers]
“Hey, that guy is singing, too!”
“So is the girl behind the counter!”
“This is fun.”
[I keep calling baby, baby, pleeeeeeeease…]
“Good song.”
“Wow, that guy really looks like Patrick Swayze.”
“Remember when you saw the Police in Seattle last year?”
“Sting is attractive.”
“Oddly.”
“But not as attractive as Kevin Costner.”
“I can’t believe I’m attracted to Kevin Costner.”
“Or Dennis Quaid.”
“But yes I can.”
“They’re ATTRACTIVE.”
“Is Patrick Swayze attractive?”
“Not really.”
“OH. MY. GOODNESS.”
“What’s this I hear?”
“Is this ‘The Time of My Life’?”
“Yes!”
“Where’s Patrick Swayze man?”
“Does he care that his song is playing?”
“Dude, it’s your song!”
“There he goes – out the door.”
“Nobody puts Baby in the corner.”
“Exact change for coffee – win.”
“Hurry back to elevator.”
“Yessss – elevator to myself… except… wait…”
“Mullet man is getting on.”
“Don’t stare.”
“Look at the ground.”
“But… that MULLET.”
“Annie, don’t stare.”
“Ewwwww.”
“Look at your coffee.”
“Back to your desk.”
“So many brochures to stuff.”
“But first.”
“Any emails?”
“Yes!”
“What does it say?”
“HAHA!!!!”
“It says, ‘Sometimes I wish I was like one of those rainforest frogs who could switch genders and have sex with itself and get pregnant independently. I mean I don’t ACTUALLY wish that. But sometimes I do.’”
“OH MAN.”
“I love that friend.”
Nope. Not telling you who the friend was. But let’s just say that when it comes to drama with the menfolk, sometimes I feel the exact same way.
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tags: Coffee | Men | Thoughts | Totally Pointless and Irrelevant | Work
please go here: http://www.iambossy.com/pop-culture/2008/12/05/it%e2%80%99s-the-20th-anniversary-of-the-right-stuff-which-officially-means-bossy-is-five-minutes-from-the-nursing-home/
for the best ever picture of dennis quaid (scroll down). So good, i almost question whether or not it’s acutally his body.
Then continue reading that blog, because, well, SHE’S HILARIOUS.
You crack me up,
I definitely laughed at the “Where is the Patrick Swayze man?” “Does he know his song is playing?” Haha. Oh, Annie… Thanks for enlightening us with your maundering pondering :)
I love your blog. :)
Suggestion: Next time you are in the elevator greet everyone getting on the elevator with a warm handshake and ask them to call you Admiral. It just might relieve some tension.
In reference to the link above from erin (why aren’t we real-life Texas friends yet?); LOVE the picture of Dennis Quaid although I’m not convinced that’s actually his body. Second, I particularly like the photo of Kurt Russell. Oh Sweet Heaven. Speaking of mullets…
I’m SO with you on Kevin Costner! Even my husband calls Kev my boyfriend…
It’s kinda fun in your head. :)
Ginger… I’m SO doing that
“Just call me Admiral”
Dennis Quaid is hot.
and you are amazing.
We still have to do wine and cheese!
that was awesome. Your blog is definately in my top 5 favorite things to look at on the internet. Seriously.
Justin
that was awesome. Your blog is definately in my top 5 favorite things to look at on the internet. Seriously.
Justin
Dude… you count your change in the elevator? I’m paranoid. I try not to take my wallet out in public unless I HAVE to.
Also, FINALLY, somebody else who thinks Sting is a looker. I thought I was the only one.