Mysterious Summary of Day

Zooming and slowing.
Scraping and flossing.
Cinnamony stuff in eye.
Job duty nearly removed, tragically.
January is over. Whew.
Sometimes you should diversify into exploitation.
Answering machines, you can't trust them.
Everyone look at my funny chest.
Free Tex-Mex beanie wienies.
Fourteen thousand steps.
Put down words.

Now my day sounds more interesting than it really was. Only you can't tell what I'm talking about. Heh. It's like me with poetry. What are they saying?

(It's just a fairly ordinary day for me.)