daringly lazy and proud of it

it's monday and everyone is at work AND I AM NOT. NANA-HAHA. yes, i have temporarily resigned from conforming to responsibility. responsibility is for sissies. at the same time, credit is due to recognize the tenacity needed to attain an advanced state of non-productivity. but wait, i must revise that last statement and miracle whip it to refer to my delightfully conscious lack of conscientiousness.

thus far in my adventures of avenging good work ethics, i proceeded to plan out elaborate multi-plattered menus for the rest of my long eating career; watched every movie ever made with jude law (swoon) and jonathan rhys meyers (swoon with a heart flutter) and family guy reruns (no swoons or hubba hubbas there); researched gifts for myself just because, and thought about going to the gym at least three times today--must have burnt 100 calories with the thoughts alone. the biggest time killer and distraction whore title goes to downloading new music to itunes and my ipod. how did people ever manage to waste time before the world of friendster, myspace, and itunes? i'm sure life was more wholesome when kids went outdoors in the summer and caught fireflies in jars and had hobbies like kite-flying and giraffe taming.

perish the thought, that would require actually leaving the house (gasp).