Pretty Duckies

Hello there. For the past few weeks I've been trying to find something unique to call everyone, something that no one else will use. While reading, one of my favorite characters (Byron) from my favorite author's (Laurell K. Hamilton) Anita Blake series, called Anita "duckie." And that's when it came to me.



I'll call everyone duckies!
Yaaay duckies! Anyway, work was slow today. It felt like everybody was a zombie.



I have ten days left of my internship with HarperCollins. I just learned how to use the coffee machine and soon I'll have to start paying for my own midday coffee surge. Oh well, life goes on.

Speaking of moving on, on my way home (to the train station) this dude was walking so slow with his girlfriend. So being a true New York pedestrian...I cut him off. I don't know if it was intentional but this dude...



steps on the back of my foot. Not like "I'm stumbling because you stepped on my heel" kind of footstep but like "this dude is playing footsies with my ankle." I wanted to punch him in the face. But I moved on with my life because I have a future.

But the sass doesn't end there. A few train stops before my stop, a bum decided to sit across from me. I'm cool with it; everyone can't have style and soap. So this bum decides to take out this meal (it smelled sooooo good by the way) and he makes a complete mess. After his meal he starts flicking the food debris off of his pants...in my direction.



And bum dude knew what he was doing because he was looking right at me. Who is your mother, Mr. Bum? I wanna speak to her...then smack her in the face for letting you come on the train looking a mess. And to top it all off you wanna fling your leftovers at an A-Listers feet. The bummy nerve! I'm glad I didn't give him the change in my pocket. Now I can use my change so a Starkbucks barista can fling a Caramel Machiatto in my direction, tomorrow morning.

I've been sticking to my "I'm-not-gonna-look-fat-in-my-21st-birthday-pictures" diet. I ate reasonable amounts of food and did an intense hour of exercise. (You know I had to throw some Beyonce up in there lol).



Speaking of being bootylicious, let's get to the quote of the day for January 6th:

"Never let negativity stop you from doing as you please. As long as you hold onto to your dream and see it through, nothing can stop you." (Not even a food-flinging bum).

With that being said it's time for me to go to bed. I got to go pick out a bum-repellent outfit for tomorrow lol. I wish you the best of happiness. Stay true duckies.

Peace, love & Obama,
Gabriel Anderson