NaBlaBlaBla Day Four

Let’s all give daylight savings time and my iPad a big round of applause for making this post possible. Right under the wire; just like everything else I do in life.

Me: You hit like a bitch.
Life: Really? Because I wasn’t even trying very hard.
Me: Seriously?
Life: Yeah. Knocking you down? Way too obvious. I prefer to poke you in the arm repeatedly. Eventually, you’ll end up in a closet in the fetal position, sucking your thumb.
Me: What?! That doesn’t even make any sense!
Life: Poke.
Me: Ow.
Life: Poke, poke, poke.
Me: Dude, knock it off.
Life: Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke poke poke poke poke poke pokepokepokepoke poke.
Me: Stop it!
Life: POKE, POKE, POKE, POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE POKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKEPOKE. *pause* Wait for it…
Me: *runs away looking for the closet*
Life: There it is. *nodnod*