Here's what I'm going to do today: 1) go swimming in the ocean (aka right now). 2) make delicious breakfast burritos. 3) lounge by the disgusting pool. 4) get an early bus into nosara. 5) internet like a madman in search of jobs in Seattle. 6) get on flight (!) to San Jose. 7) walk into Alajuela for dinner/ to kill many hours. 8) lie on floor/benches in Juan santamaria airport, growling at passersby and periodically checking to see if I still have my passport.
End day one.
Day two: fly to Seattle. Have 9 (nine) hour layover in Denver. Get confused, accidentally land a job at the Denver International Airport Cinnabon, quickly get promoted after devising algorithm that calculates the prefect amount of frosting for cinnamon roll. Shy away from success, accolades, limelight, marry a girl named Jane, move to eastern Colorado, work on a ranch. Learn to break young stallions through a combination of rational dialogue and R Kelly music played at low to moderate volume. Get killed by a tornado.
End of life. Cheers!
-Wetzler
End day one.
Day two: fly to Seattle. Have 9 (nine) hour layover in Denver. Get confused, accidentally land a job at the Denver International Airport Cinnabon, quickly get promoted after devising algorithm that calculates the prefect amount of frosting for cinnamon roll. Shy away from success, accolades, limelight, marry a girl named Jane, move to eastern Colorado, work on a ranch. Learn to break young stallions through a combination of rational dialogue and R Kelly music played at low to moderate volume. Get killed by a tornado.
End of life. Cheers!
-Wetzler
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