Some days, a really good tweet on twitter can really lighten up my mood. However, almost every time I am wanting to know how, where and why the heck the twit was written. I am yearning for the story behind the tweet. So I thought, why don't I explain myself every now and then.
My latest tweet (in case you don't follow me, shame on you) says:
There is a fine line between lazy and resourceful. I walk this line daily and usually with ramen.
Since the boy left for the summer, I have fallen back on my bachelorette ways and eaten what should probably be considered an illegal amount of ramen. Good ol' ramen, it's always there for me. I guess you could say it's my version of chocolate and ice cream. I've never claimed to be your average woman. (I say woman now because I'm turning 30 in a few days and damnit, I've earned it!)
So last night I made myself said bowl o' ramen and was walking back to my bedroom when I realized I needed to take a trip to the bathroom too. Thought process: either take the ramen back to my room first and walk back to the bathroom or set the ramen on the sink while I go, thus saving myself a trip.
First argument: is walking from my bedroom to my bathroom really considered a "trip" seeing as how I live in an apartment in Brooklyn which, if you've lived on this planet for more than a minute, you know can't be all that big.
Second Argument: Am I being lazy or resourceful? This relies heavily on whether or not the walk from place to place is considered a "trip".
I decided it was in fact a trip and chose to set the ramen on the sink. However, then I had to figure out how to wash my hands without getting soap into the ramen.
So in the end, I might have just created more work for myself...or maybe just put a little too much thought into the entire thing.
And that, my friends, is a "trip" inside my ridiculous mind.
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