Hey there again. Same day, same shit. But now, I am energized and renewed, for I have found my inspiration: my older blog posts. I never realized how funny I am. One of my favs, from a previous post:
“i wanted to try papaya. so i bought one. and cut it up. it smelled like poo. the first bite was horrible. the ones after that were awkward. i dont know what to think.
it is suppose to be like a mix of a pineapple and a peach. interesting. i enjoy pinapple and im not very fond of peaches, although i will eat them. so maybe the mixture of a love + indifference = awkwardness towards the papaya.
but i do like the word. papaya. it just rolls off the tongue.”
LMAO. I am a frekin genius.
So here it is, my newly inspired writings, just about a year later. I realized I like to talk about things that people encounter everyday, and often have obvious opinions about, but never actually talk about..One good example of this is grocery store bathrooms.
First of all, I cannot recall a time I have been in an unsketchy grocery bathroom. If you think about it, it seems pretty ridiculous for a few reasons. One reason is that I have seen janitor like people, who should clean that shit (mwhahaha no pun intended) up. A second OBVIOUS reason, is that THEY HAVE EVERYTHING. Not only do we always get the shitty (damn I’m good) toilet paper, it always smellls. Why do we get shitty toilet paper? You have a whole section of it!! You have at least 7 different kinds, with at least…50 packages each. Really, you can’t spare some Charmin? Why you gotta be hatin and givin me that Roundy’s crap? (…it is gettin old huh?)
And the smell….alright. Not only do you have AISLES upon aisles of cleaning supplies, within those aisles there always happens to be..OMG airfesheners…Yes, aisles and aisles of good smelling things. But no, we get to smell that pee that may or may not have come from a dying dog. Someone please explain this to me….yeah, I’m talking to you Pick n Save.
Another thing is mail people. You know, the people who walk around for hours, delivering us our bills and magazines and books..and such. I have nothing against them, usually they seem pretty nice and I have never been stabbed, so I will generally say they are alright. But seriously, how do you get that job? Do you just wake up one day and am like, hey! im gonna deliver mail! I’m assuming benefits and pay is pretty bank, considering they work for the government, but come on. It just seems very confusing. The average person doesn’t like walking around for hours, doing the same thing, rain, shine, snow, sleet, flood….Not to mention, you drive those crazy European style trucks. Right side steering wheel….really? You’ve gotta be committed…
I feel like I’m on a roll so I don’t want to stop. It is almost 4 am now, and if you read the post before this, you are aware that I have been up pondering postage for an hour now. I feel like I now need something inspiring and deep. Kinda like “What I Know For Sure” (Oprah, duh). Maybe I should start doing a weekly “What Drea Knows for Sure” ..but it needs to more clever than that…Let us consider:
-What Drea Knows for Sure
-The Ginger Truth
-Drea; FTW
-Just Me, For You
See, I can get pretty corny. I’m liking Drea; FTW the most. So, my next post (in about 2.1 minutes) will be thus titled.
