Don't try this at home. Seriously, don't. Wait, what am I talking about? Let's start from where it all started (duh). It began with a 1.5 liter bottle of Coke, that someone (God knows who) left in the freezer for more than 12 hours. Your narrator, after having abstained from Coke for more than a week, decided to pop the bottle open. That's when trouble hit. Harder than a mentors' volcano effect (even champagne), the contents flew open, and everywhere. And guess who had to clean it up?
Yep, your narrator who just had a bimbo moment (not that I'm even hot enough to qualify for bimbo status).
Even worse, I had to clean it off the wall, the ceiling, the counter, below and above the counter, everywhere--with a mop that has a rotating head. Worst, I knocked off the door bell receiver when I was working on the ceiling. Greeeeaaaat.
You know those big parties that popular kids throw whenever their parents go out of town? Yeah, I'm never going host those. After catching a glimpse of what the afterparty might look like, I'd rather be a nerdy geek all my life than suffer being a real-life afterparty Cinderella. It just ain't worth it.
Of course, you may not be able to comprehend why stuff like this happen to me. The thing is, I'm sorta kinda not-in-so-many-ways-hopefully a klutz. The fact that I almost never wear white, bump into people on the street (sometimes not even realizing I did), bump into random objects (that may or may not be lethal), never look before crossing the street (thank God for best friends) are just some of my charms. I've been told I'm a danger even to myself. Well, what can I say? I live an exciting life of constant peril like 007!
So.. how was your Wednesday?
2 comments:
haha from bottle of coke to crazy after party?? that escalated quickly. xD you made me laugh, as usual. :D
hahahaa it was pretty crazy, if you count mopping the ceiling for coke residues as an afterparty :D miss you z. you need to blog more T_T
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