i would say that most people here at the office today are flying at half-mast, as though they were in mourning
perhaps they are, perhaps they are in mourning, mourning the excitement that was yesterday, trying to squeeze in as much outdoor fun as they could between t’storms and rain, and mourning the thrill of boozy wobbling while watching the skies becoming emblazoned with many many thousands of dollars, ah yes, money to burn, and the feeling that just for a moment we all were together celebrating, feeling again like little children oohing and aahing…
fade to black, cue alarm clock, drive somewhat less congested roads in autonomic fashion to cubitainers with all the rest who couldn’t get out of having to work today — damnable wednesday holidays!!!
dude, let’s bug the f**k outta here and get some hair o’the dog! first round’s on me!
no, really — the cadaver calculator will calculate the monetary value of your mortal coil were you to part ways with it today and had willed it to science.
i am worth about the same as a 10 year old honda, $4675!
link found on gmsv
A Spanish bank repossessed a house and put it up for auction complete with the mummified body of the former owner who had missed her mortgage payments, newspaper El Pais reported on Wednesday.
Kinda creepy (read more here)
the rain this morning has been falling at a constant droning clip, in a breeze just on the lazy side of brisk. the breeze was cold and nagging, the feeble attempt of the dying winter to reach out her icy fingers from across her arctic grave to remind me of her love. i will miss her every icy breath, the way she drives me to blanket sanctuary the way she robs me of anger, the way she soothes.
when the fires of sweat-soaked summer start suffocating me i will stick my head in the freezer and dream of my beloved winter wind and of this very morning.