well, i think i would have preferred the recurring dream over this one... "THIS IS A WARNING," the creature said. i awoke, not scared, but definitely alert, with the sinking and slightly depressing feeling one gets when they feel that something bad is about to happen to them. i wondered what it could be. maybe it was just my imagination. sometimes dreams mean nothing, right? i hope so, cause some of the dreams ive had in my day... i would be one strange fellow.
don't trust my smile my teeth are like knives.
"put this aside," i thought to myself, because i have better things to do than to worry about things that may or may not mean something.
too much time and effort spent on just another bridge.
i am 45 minutes late to work and my boss barely beats an eyelash. 2 days prior, he was ready to fire me. "its cool man. i still know youre the man." is this motherfucker bipolar!? whatever. in come the vultures and its spag meatball spag hot sausage spag meatball half spag spag meatball spag reorders for everyone. table 8 has a group of 10 sorority girls and a guy is hoping to get laid by picking up the ladies' check. he leaves a $70 tip.
i throw him a very subtle look of disgust (quite impressive if i dont say so myself), but i honestly hope it works out for him in the end. you have to give everyone at least a little respect for putting time and effort into anything.
when in rome, we shall do as the romans. when in hell, we do shots at the bar.
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