2004-05-17 - 8:11 p.m.
I am the fucking epitomy of lazy, and I am proud of it.
Today I went with my friend CJ to the beach, where we met up with our friend Matt.
So CJ, Matt and I were standing by the water talking about something that I'm sure was important, when we saw a giant wave come in. CJ and Matt did the obvious thing and got out of the way (as we were standing right on the tide line), but I stood there for a minute and thought until the wave hit me.
Honest to God, I stood there and thought to myself, "Hmm. That's a pretty big wave. I don't really feel like moving though, and I'm just going home so it doesn't matter if I get wet anyway. Whatever."
That's right. I was too damned lazy to get out of the way of a wave.
And it wasn't like the wave hit me suddenly. I stood there for a few seconds after I was done with my short thought process, and actually watched it come up to my knees and engulf me in stinky, sandy, salty, beach juice.
And the worst part is... I was totally content with this.
