I’ve got on my penguin pants.  Yes, they are my pajamas, but they are encouraging to me at times like this, when I feel like someone is judging my attire.  The penguins are friendly and they look up at me with uniform smiles and big black eyes.  I think if they came to life and jumped off my pants, we would be friends.  I have the feeling that they are loyal; none of them have left my pants to this day.  I also have on a pink jacket which clashes with my pants, but that is alright, and also some ballet slipper flats.  The flats are a few years old yet they are my favorite slippers.  They go perfectly with the penguin pants, by the way.

I had probably more fun than anyone who was having fun that day when I decided to have a Fun Day.  Here is what my Fun Day consisted of.  Firstly, I got up and took a shower.  It was fun because it was freezing outside, and the hot water filled up the room with fog and since my shower is made out of glass, I took the liberty to sketch some pictures on the fogged over walls.  After the shower, I got out and read a mystery book.  Mystery books are just great because they make you feel like you are solving the mystery yourself.  They also make you so nervous that sometimes you jump at the slightest sound and then scold yourself for being so hypersensitive.  After the mystery book, I took a long nap, and after the nap, I had a delicious pizza dinner (my favorite).  I don’t remember what I did after that: probably fell asleep, overwhelmed with the glory of the best day ever.

I worked at Starbucks as a barista when I was sixteen years old.  It was in a SuperTarget, and let me tell you, it was the best job ever.  When work was over and everybody was gone except me and my good guy friend coworker, we would double check over our shoulders, and fill the sinks with the expired whip cream, dipping our hands into it and squishing it around like little kids.  If we saw a supervisor coming, we would quickly turn on the water and let the two feat of foam drift down the drain.  I also got really addicted to all the holiday drinks and loved putting the sprinkles on top of the peppermint mochas.  The only problem was that I became addicted to Starbucks and now I have to get one every day.  Thanks, Starbucks.