Creep-o-mat
Life is.
Yep, that’s the whole thought; hence the whole sentence.
I am currently drying my work gear at the creepomat. There is a woman about ten feet from me drinking a bud heavy out of the can, with a coozie that says “wishin’ I wuz fishin’.”
Legit. I know.
In other news I got a solid hour or so of unrestful sleep, I’m tired but not angry tired, more of an accepting, ‘today can suck it for all I care” kinda tired.
This post was built around the idea that I wanted to report the legit lady avec la biere. The rest is basically fluff.
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