actual txt message i sent to my boss this morning:
2011-01-28 8:10 AM
stepped in freshly mangled dead bird. running ten behind. had to stop at coffee shop to clean carnage boot. sorry.
i’m not suggesting that i am single strictly because this work week decided to throw me one last fuck you chance dealt me a bad hand. i mean, that could happen to anyone. unfortunately before i gave in to the inevitable fact that i would need soap, water and a cast iron stomach to clean the mess i reacted rashly in an attempt to dislodge the entrails and began doing this bizarre electric slide/stomp dance thing in a snowbank directly outside davisville station. with my luck it’s already on youtube. that ‘dance’ most definately has something to do with why i’m single.
r.i.p. dead bird. but also kind of fuck you.
- e.k.
