Originally Posted by
fire_of_avalon
I'd start of my day with a nice long stretch.
*strrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetch*
Then I would hug all 2,342,332 of my giant stuffed Eeyore's and proceed to the kitchen for a hearty breakfast of Mountain Dew and bellybutton lint and mushrooms, since apparently I can't afford anything else. Then I'd put on my dad's super cool cowboy boots, and trim my beard. After that, KB would probably come in my apartment uninvited and a hug my beard. I would stare at him.
*staaaaaaaaaaaaare*
Then, it's into my racecar, and off to the lumbery place I work, where I would look over the invoices for hardwood maple poplar 2x3432's. I would get these from my secretary, Liz MacIntosh.
Hi Liz.
What's that? The invoices didn't come in! Tragedy! Get headquarters on the phone, woman! We have a situation on our hands!
I would continue flapping about like a chicken until it was time for work to end. Then I would go home, log on to #eoff and talk to that wonderful, kind, beautiful and spirited lady known as foa.
Me: Hi foa
foa: RSL
Me: what?
foa: *throws RSL to Moscow*
Then I would chill in Moscow for a while (haha! chill) and kill a Russian widow with naught but my bare hands and a tube of chapstick. Then I would ride foa's jetski back to my house for a well deserved rest.
Man, what a boring day. :/