Monday, August 13, 2007

please dont forget to turn off a moving treadmill before you decide to put your foot down....
unless of course, you enjoy sliding off the aforementioned revolving belt with both arms flailing trying to grab whatever non-moving bits of the machine in an effort to prop yourself up (on a moving treadmill?!) to avoid looking and feeling like:

a) a chicken on the run from being trapped in a pie
b) an over-sized turkey on a check-out counter
c) a helpless girl trying to save whatever's left of her (now undignified) dignity

while the runner on the right look on, clearly torn between the decision to:

a)carry on running and risk looking like a heartless eejit
or
b)crowd around (like the swarm of other people who's beginning to take notice) and try to help this (clearly) dazed being.

yup.
a lot of multiple-choice tonight.

but wait.... before you be getting any strang ideas, whoever mention anything bout it happening to me?

lalalalala.

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... and im, i love you la.

r.z 7:32 PM  0 comments