STORY IN AN INSTANT

I have no idea what this article is going to be about, so bear with me as we go along. I was supposed to have this all done and turned in by yesterday. But being the procrastinator that I am, it’s now a day late and I still have no subject. I’ve been asking people at my job for ideas of something to write about, but got nothing. One guy said, “Why don’t you write about how some people look like other people.” What? Another person suggested, “Write about Chicken in a Biskit.” Remember those greasy old crackers? I used to love eating those when I was younger, but am now at a point in my life where I would never go near them. I count every calorie and fat gram that is in my food. Unfortunately, I’ve become one of those people who got sucked in by the “California Way,” and always make sure to eat nothing unhealthy and be as thin as possible. I still have no clue what this article is about or where it’s going. God! My eye is twitching! You know, when you have that kind of twitch just below your eye, and it is constant throughout the whole day? It drives you crazy because no matter how much you rub it, it just keeps twitching. You run to the bathroom and stare at yourself in the mirror to watch it twitch, and you wonder as it’s going berserk on your face if anyone else can see it? I hate those. I also had the hiccups earlier this morning. That doesn’t go very well with being a receptionist. “Thank you for calling BRUHHHP!” How embarrassing. Speaking of embarrassing, don’t you hate it when you’re talking to someone and they have something in their teeth, but you don’t feel close enough to them to be able to tell them? Instead, you say nothing and just keep staring at it. You know that that person is finally going to be told by someone else and then think, “Why wouldn’t Beth have told me?” Would I feel awkward by telling them they have a chunk of spinach in their teeth? Or should I just let them go on to the next person who has to make that decision. Ahh, the things that trouble us all. Day in, day out. Alright, I’m done.