A post about me

After standing next to some very smelly people, I finally had my package. I looked at it and said to myself "How exciting! Something from Bermuda!" I flipped the package over. On the back me wrote "How exciting! A package from Bermuda! Yay sunshine!" and everything felt eerie for a moment.

I looked up at the darkening sky, searched the skyline for the Bank of America building and promptly found it. I'm lucky I live behind the tallest building in Atlanta; I can always find my way home.

At home I finally found a use for my Ikea knife set. I grabbed the unused blade and sliced open the package. Inside were these:

A beautiful post card of paradise where the most newsworthy thing that happens is a guy falling down and cracking his head open on the street.

A calendar with more lovely pictures for me to hate me all the days in the year for living some place so cool.

And a rum cake to ease my suffering for hating her.

And I automatically knew where they were going to go: in my cubicle! (Well, except for the rum cake, which goes in my belly) So now I have 3 things hanging in my cubicle. I promptly told my coworkers that my friend in Bermuda sent me decorations and now they're all jealous. Thanks me!

Bermuda stamps, woot!