Drooped-shouldered-sad-eye.
Empty cherry Chap Stick container…mocking me.
Tense neck.
Twisted feet.
Crazy co-work blathers on- blah blah blah BLAH BLAH BLAH.
Insanity.
And you....I hate you right now and I’m sorry for saying that, but I really, really hate the guts out of you.
:( Mama said there'd be days like this... there'd be days like this, Mama said.
ReplyDeleteLean on those who love you.