sunday sunday sundae in the park.
not an entirely accurate statement as i'm in my living room, but it does sound delightful, doesn't it? even though it's overcast, the sunshine could come from such pursuits. or something.
but really, outdoor lazing and ice cream grazing are not two things high on the priority list today. because, you see, i have been shirking the working. and if you think i can't possibly keep rhyming in that irritating way, be warned. my desire to talk in couplets shall not be scorned. alright, enough. point is, i have much to do that i have avoided. or maybe not so much avoided, but blocked completely from my scattered brain. is it the harsh transition from penning witticisms about beer to thinking hard about insurance? or my tendency for leaning my thoughts too far forward, when the present is ever presenting me with tasks that require my full attention?
all of the above, all of the above.
and yet, i can't shake this distraction. it's like there is one little thing in my head that's effecting all the other things - kind of like when one pesky reddish item turns the rest of your laundry pinkish (which clearly just happened five minutes ago to this domestic anti-goddess) - everything's swirling in the same mess of blushing tide. or rather, the same mess of muddled mind.
so what next? do i accept it and show it off to the world, flaunting this unintentional turn of events, proclaim that pink is, in fact, the new black is the new pink? or do i carefully extract the guilty item, banishing it to the back of my wardrobe, along with all the other tainted goods? the former seems to appeal more than the latter.
after all, who isn't pretty in pink?
not an entirely accurate statement as i'm in my living room, but it does sound delightful, doesn't it? even though it's overcast, the sunshine could come from such pursuits. or something.
but really, outdoor lazing and ice cream grazing are not two things high on the priority list today. because, you see, i have been shirking the working. and if you think i can't possibly keep rhyming in that irritating way, be warned. my desire to talk in couplets shall not be scorned. alright, enough. point is, i have much to do that i have avoided. or maybe not so much avoided, but blocked completely from my scattered brain. is it the harsh transition from penning witticisms about beer to thinking hard about insurance? or my tendency for leaning my thoughts too far forward, when the present is ever presenting me with tasks that require my full attention?
all of the above, all of the above.
and yet, i can't shake this distraction. it's like there is one little thing in my head that's effecting all the other things - kind of like when one pesky reddish item turns the rest of your laundry pinkish (which clearly just happened five minutes ago to this domestic anti-goddess) - everything's swirling in the same mess of blushing tide. or rather, the same mess of muddled mind.
so what next? do i accept it and show it off to the world, flaunting this unintentional turn of events, proclaim that pink is, in fact, the new black is the new pink? or do i carefully extract the guilty item, banishing it to the back of my wardrobe, along with all the other tainted goods? the former seems to appeal more than the latter.
after all, who isn't pretty in pink?
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