When the Day Met the Night
Instead of going to class, she sits in the school parking lot and listens to jazz. For one blissful hour, the sunlight is her only company. The happy pair sit in silence, reveling in the beauty around them and exchanging secret, knowing smiles.
Then the cell phone rings, the clouds roll in, and life elbows her in the ribs like an unpleasantly inebriated uncle.
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March 04, 2009
Eeeeemmmooooooo. Except, you know, not. I used to sit and revel in the spring sunsets when I worked at Hobby Lobby. The store itself sucked, but the parking lot was magical that time of evening. Well then... I'll go be gay somewhere else, shall I?
March 04, 2009
I was SO enjoying this post until that cell phone rang. WTFDB?!
March 06, 2009
I just want to say that I love your style of writing. I've been reading for a little while now, and it's fantastic. Your voice/tone (I'm not an English major so I'm not sure!) is amazing :-D
March 06, 2009
May the drunken uncle pass out on the sofa before your weekend comes.
March 14, 2009
Is it bad that I know there are 433 pages (as of now) of www.icanhascheezburger.com
would it be worse if I claim to have seen every picture
ug, how are u
March 15, 2009
I like it.