Standing at my kitchen counter in semi-catatonia, I thought, f*ck this, I really don't want to go to work today.
But then realized some part of me does.
The constructive part, I wondered?
Or the part, like a battered spouse, that keeps returning to the same relationship?
But then realized some part of me does.
The constructive part, I wondered?
Or the part, like a battered spouse, that keeps returning to the same relationship?
Butchwoi,
ReplyDeleteIt's the wussy part. Real Men call work and say," I'm not coming in today 'cause I don't feel like it! And if you don't like it, you can eat my shorts! (Then hang up.)
Popi (aka, Nobody's Fool)