panda

every once and a while there's a day where you go to work and realize everyone's either annoying or in a really bad mood and throwing bags of candy very angrily at the wall.
and you, as always have a complete lack of anything ressembling a desire to work.
you find yourself gradually turning up the volume on your new, birthday ipod nano so "no diggity" is the only thing your brain can process.
you spend your work day goofing around on the internet and wondering if blackstreet thought they were being clever when they came up with the term "eargasm".
and let's get one thing straight. you are content to do so.
and a little bit numb.
numb due in small part to lack of sleep and lack of diet coke in the vending machine...
that's right.
you're back together with diet coke. you tried to break it off. to turn your attention to other beverages which wouldn't hurt you, but in the end... you're weak.
so very, very weak.
...but mostly due to the huge amounts of complacency running through your veins.
until your internet wanderings lead you to discover the whereabouts of some of those punk kids from high school that you probably wasted a little too much mental energy calling the avenging powers of karma upon, but hey, you were young and going through a whole lot of what i like to call adolescence.
you find out those punks are for the most part business consultants or pre med or living in a large, exciting coastal city.
which is great, because you're done with adolescence and you can wish them well and secretly hope karma takes note of your altruistic well wishing.
but it's kind of a wake up call for you. not in a "what do i want to do with my life?" kind of a way because you know what you want to do with your life. it's a wake up call in the "if those punk kids can de-punkify long enough to focus, what's stopping me?" kind of a way.
then your mind becomes a veritible zoo in direct defiance to the numbness and lack of caffeinated soda.

that's right, my friend, you have a lot to ponder.

i, on the otherhand, have only to find a way to get a pet panda bear, because look how cute...

Comments

Andrew H said…
If Jack London were to write another book, it would probably be, "Call of the Diet Coke." I know all too well the seductive call made by those little fizzy bubbles...

By the way, what happens to that candy (in bags) that's thrown against the wall? I mean, I'm just wondering...
matt said…
i could go for some panda myself. i hear they taste like cows... 0c0
Jay said…
I've decided that Panda is the chicken of China. That's why they were able to bring such greats as Panda Express to the US. Instead of chicken products, they serve us panda but call it chicken.

It's all a ploy.
Chester B. said…
You should throw a bag of candy in my mouth...
Nama said…
i not have this urge to find a huge lime, peel it, and mold that peel into a helmet to place on your head.

...

i think i need some diet coke, and i don't even like the stuff!
Andrew H said…
I need a Diet Coke, and an Applie Pie Apple...