so i was pleasantly distracted by a phone call yesterday. i wish that i could fully divulge who i had the pleasure of speaking with and my personal affiliation with him or her.. but sadly i made a vow that i might keep such information to myself.. although i didn't manage to keep that promise, i do feel that broadcasting those details on a public website is a bit excessive.this man/woman/child called me for the sole purpose of re-discovering a catch phrase they felt the need to use.. in a description of his/her/their own current life.
that phrase being #firstworldproblems.apparently baking a pastry for an upcoming poker night, organizing one's crafts in one's "craft room," balancing one's checkbook, detailing the itinerary of one's upcoming trip to Maui and making it to one's own massage is just too damn overwhelming.
i suppose the gender of this caller is no longer left to the reader's imagination, but wait, there's more.
her life is so trying that she, in a fit of despair, after reasoning with herself that the plain solution to her life of arduous expectations and obligations was a hot shower after a relaxing bowl.. of marijuana. trouble is, she couldn't get her pipe to work.. this of course, pushed her beyond the bounds of rationality and into a confusing fit of tears and giggles.
so she calls me, literally freaking out because she wants to berate herself for her absurdity, but can't recall the term (#FWP) that would be most effective..
"seriously?! ..lose this number."
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