Today I woke up early and took a shower only to get right back in the bed for hours. I woke up to read one of my books for school a bit before I darted off to work. Typical shit...ate lunch, brushed my teeth, then peeled. In the car ride on the way to work I'm bumpin my shit on shuffle then T-Pain comes up....my train of thought then follows: Autotune is fucking annoying, You gotta be a level 10 moron to use autotune that much, T-Pain is such a dirty nigga, I'm glad I'm not that dirty looking, Wait-did I put on deodorant today? A momentary panic attack that made me swerve almost fatally into an 18-wheeler then ensued, but I regained composure. I swiftly remember my back up plan for dirty situations like this...I keep a deodorant stick in my car just in case I do leave in a rush without it. I wait till I park to appease my grimey feeling brewing every second the degree stick isn't applied. I reach for it, forgetting that it had been 90 degrees like everyday the previous week, and was met with this sight:
Yes...a fucking melted deodorant stick. I have 4 minutes before I'm late AGAIN to work and I'm not properly anti perspirant-equipped. Smfh...I had to do the unthinkable: apply the melted deodorant by hand to my underarms....
Ima let that sink in....
To answer your question, Yes, I did feel like a fucking scumbag the entire time. My arm went completely to sleep in the middle... My body wanted no parts in the struggle taking place. I couldn't look anyone in the eye for the rest of the day. Coworkers asked what was wrong I almost went Jason Bourne on em I was so disheveled....I just wanted to share that and I pray that none of you ever have to experience what I went through today. Smh....
I'm out,
Brey
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