Friday, September 01, 2006

Hi, five dollar crack whore, here

...reference to previous post. You really should read me on a daily basis. Make the commitment to do so now.

So, I'm running here, there, to Kingdom Come, BFE, and everywhere in between today. Basically it's no different than the rest of the week. I'm very energetic, yet slightly shaky. I'm laughin', I'm chattin' I'm so perky and bubbly I'm like a Coke truck that's about ready to explode. I'm asked if I want some Mountain Dew with that cup o' Joe.
Finally, I sit down to eat lunch. "PLEASE," I tell myself, "no one interrupt me."
"Gosh, I'm hungry," zips through my brain as I burn away another calorie and "what's with the shakiness?" I think as I unzip my lunch box.
As I peer inside Betty Boop, it all becomes clear. Huh, there's my breakfast sitting there on top of my lunch. The beautiful 80 calorie yogurt with the smiling yellow label advertising the tang of the lemon creaminess inside.
And there comes the salavation just like a Pavlov dog
I dive taste buds first into my lunch. Breakfast can be my dessert.
...and the shakes stop.
The crack whore got her fix.

7 comments:

NYC TAXI SHOTS said...

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puerileuwaite said...

Luncheriffic!

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puerileuwaite said...

I made a lot more money NOT having fun. I like to keep money and fun separate. That's why I like Party Girl so much. No money is ever involved. So screw you askinstoo.

Party Girl said...

NYC: Your a person of few words.

P: That's right! you tell 'em! I'm cheap. Tell everyone!

...well, not everyone. I do have a rep to maintain.

GirlGoyle said...

That's how I get when I'm looking forward to a nice cold beer. I order it, I pay for it, it's got an inch think foam ring on the top of it, it's calling my name. I take it back to the table, reach for the paper, exhale, about to take a sip as I'm thinking; "aaah, finally some peace" when I hear a screeching "EEEED!!! How are youuuuu??? I haven't seen you in blah, blah, blabety blah, blah blah."

Aw gawd...go away, leave me alone, I caaaan't hear youuuuuuuuuuuuuu. I need to find another hang out spot where nobody knows my name. Sigh!

Glad you at least got to enjoy lunch, albeit late, in saintly peace.

Party Girl said...

GG: Yes, the simple joy of being able to eat-and enjoy- breakfast or lunch...of course, it's still at my desk, but hey, at least it was in peace.