I walked in the morning, to go ahead with the agency. Freshly washed, his hair glistening in the morning sun shy, sniffing the cold air with the feeling that this day would come to bring me happiness, serenity and satisfaction unparalleled in the gay worker after completion of work well done, like the 7 dwarves happily humming "Hey Hey Hi ho, you come home from work, "the ax hoisted on their shoulders slightly happier after having cut trees, shrubs and fingers with a nameless bliss.
already pressed to look into this new day waiting for me so I walked with grace and soaring natural character of a commercial for a yogurt good for transit.
Future waiting at the corner of the sidewalk, muttering and cons frozen girls who do not turn at the corner of the sidewalk at 9 hours 3 minutes then it is the quail. Yes, nobody ever said that the future is a distinguished person.
I walked drunk of the satisfaction of living, breathing, Being in a word when my blue eyes blue crosses that brown-dog-poop-fed kibble-de-special-great-dog-high- in-apartment, a woman apparently closer to the witch embittered by the high winds that successive white snow it pie in the face, but happiness and psychedelic Community 7 dwarfs roommates and certainly the gay-told account.
This woman's carrying his big red hands a huge stroller. The vision of a toddler in the morning me cause violent outbreaks of hives. So imagine my advanced state of decomposition to that of a toddler by quickfire plump fingers and threatening a female hysteric.
Who me rolling on the floor with her stroller tank. Without giving me a look.
And yeah, this morning, I literally crushed under the weight of motherhood. I
box.
Sale perceptual day.
Take a pill rather than two times my friends. And eat apples.
- This text is not meant to totally certain fairies who carry around very, very close to me these days, belly busy and sporting a Mona Lisa-smile.
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