What I consider a productive day

Let's see. . .waking up at around noon only because people who actually have jobs won't stop texting me. Getting dressed and jumping on the subway. Walking into every convenience store on 1 Ave looking for freeze pops, you know the kinds you ate when you were little, they always make you cough and they cut the sides of your mouth. . . SO GOOD!

After the 10th store, finally finding the last box of freeze pops in NYC!! Yay go me! Bringing the treasured snacks to my friends office and then putting them in the freezer. Then going to lunch while the freeze pops are actually freezing. Returning to the office and eating 100 pops.



Getting locked on the roof of the office because of my friends crazy coworker who likes chinese men and is always good for a xanax. Calling the weird yoga instructor lady who wears indian clothes even though she's not indian to come rescue us from the roof. Walking to union square and watching those weird people who stand completely still and paint their bodies in some metallic color. Me shouting, "It's not a talent if everyone can do it!" Then observing a kid tap dance on a 2x2 piece of wood.

Jones: "Ha look at that kid."
Me: "I mean couldn't he get a bigger piece of wood to tap dance on? I feel like he is holding himself back."

Then getting beers at an annoying over packed restaurant and waiting 30 min for our seats just so we could sit on the street in order to judge other people. Deciding to go see a scary movie. Laughing all through the movie because it sucked (see review below). Going home early. I would say that's a productive day. . .what did you think I was going to write about? Going to work? Volunteering? HAHAHAHAHA You must not know me.