There I was bargaining with death, and I almost can hear him laughing now.
Monday: Woke up and stared at my fat *** for about five minutes, pondered being anorexic, then put on my favorite song, and forgot all about it.
Thought about humor in romance, then got angry at a romantic comedy, because real romance isn’t funny.
Killed some brain cells, ate some chips, then slept for hours.
Tuesday: Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Wednesday : Worked. Saw death for the first time. Conversed, he flirted, I shrugged it off.
Thursday: Oh, so intrigued by death, made another trip to the gas station.
Friday: Worked. First date with death. 9:00 pm.
Saturday: Walk of shame…thanks to catty coworkers.
Sunday: Prayed,
that the gas company wouldn’t turn my heat off.
So I had woken up and threw on some makeup, barely, and walked out the door. Without my keys. I eventually found them and could drive. Oh, joy! You’re out of gas! And here is this little bell to remind me every second! Why how darling!
At a red light, the most gorgeous man pulled up next to me, in a showy red convertible. You know the kind that says “ I have a HUGE ego, and I’m not kidding.†Well he also pulled up next to me at the pump, and tried to talk to me, I just shrugged it off and kept ignoring him. Then he came over and touched my arm with the coldest hand I’ve ever felt. I couldn’t help but shiver then turn to smack him. But as soon I had recovered form my chills and had begun my turn towards him, he grabbed my hand.
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