Thursday, 29 July 2010
The sky screamed foreboding. The weather girl told otherwise, uncomfortably holding this vacuous grin. It comes from trying to pass off information you received only a split-second ago as expertise. I can't believe you actually liked it, I mean anybody can wave their hands around and read autocue.
Sudden thunderstorms were never your thing though. You preferred to run like clockwork. I thought I'd surprise you for lunch that day, only to surprise myself recognizing that same grin plastered clumsily all over the face of your colleague. You fucking bastard.
Posted by jehan at 13:33