Sometimes, you'll meet someone who makes everything feel electric, and the hardest part is accepting that, no matter how undeniable the connection is, they're not someone you get to keep.
As I walked in from the warehouse, one of the office ladies cornered me to talk about her meatloaf recipe. She knows I hate meatloaf, but kept insisting I just hadn’t tried hers. Said she’d bring me some. Tomorrow.
It’s Monday at 7:24 am, Patricia, calm the fuck down.