I have an admission to make. I am in fact an ax murderer. Yes, it is true. Sadly, I am a bit lazy and I have problems with procrastination, so I haven’t actually gotten around to doing anything with that yet. I haven’t made it to the hardware store to buy an ax and so I have never actually used one on anything other than splitting wood and that was forever ago.
So I also have to admit that my resume as an ax murderer, it is pretty bare. Fine, I admit it, I don’t even have a resume.
I feel like a failure, but I really think coming out with this is going to make me feel much better about myself. I am the most unaccomplished ax murderer there ever was. I just can’t seem to get it together.
My attention span is that of a door knob. I try to focus, really, I do, but a butterfly zips by and there I am… “Oooh, pretty…” The task at hand is completely forgotten and then next thing I know I am sitting somewhere eating cake.
So yesterday, I was eating cake. I got it from a bakery on Saturday. Chocolate cake with white sugary frosting. I ate a lot of cake yesterday. I drank a lot of coffee too, and then had some soda that sent me over the edge. By nightfall, I was feeling a little sick. Maybe a lot sick. I swore I would stay away from the remaining cake.
So I just got up and retrieved that last piece of cake. I wouldn’t want it to get stale or anything. John doesn’t like it, so I wouldn’t want it to go to waste. It is really good, just ask me, I’ll tell you.
Cake goes well with coffee. I’m waiting for a friend to call, she said she might want to go for coffee. That would be great, she is one of the realest people I have ever met. She is also one of those friends I have that suggests I drink decaf, I am not really sure why.
Wait, where was I going with this? Cake? No. Well, whatever, I guess I can figure that out tomorrow. I think I am going to go take a nap.