all.sorts.of.wrong

Okay, so I came to the library to get some work done on this grad class paper. Well, as I'm driving up I notice someone parked out further than me. Normally this wouldn't bother me.. but S and I have been trying to park further away to get a few more seconds of walking in. Lame, I know. But when you're a fatty like me.. any extra incentive to get some calories burned really can help. Anyway, this woman parked further out than me. I felt guilty. So.. I moved the car. No chance I was going to let her burn .2 more calories than moi.

So, as I'm walking in feeling pretty proud of myself. I notice a man walking out. With a short-sleeved dress shirt, a tie, and suspenders. I'm thinking.. "My goodness.. what horrible fashion sense this man has!" Boys.. if you're going to dress nicely, avoid the short-sleeved shirt. It's just not right. As I'm thinking all of this, homeboy has no shoes on! Even worse. I could have left it at the short-sleeved dress shirt, tie, and suspenders.. but the no shoes? That was the clincher. I was going to have to rip on him. End of story.

Off to get some work done. And by work I mean writing that paper. Not looking at other blogs to get ideas for my own. No, I won't do it. I won't, I won't, I won't.