Work pagers and wireless addiction goes awry
How is it that when on-call, I happen along the most ominous events? I see this as my execution from the real world and that melting journey into a gapping chasm of ones introverted existence.
Pick a piece of paper up and fold it thirty times for whatever reason while the banter of Stars Hollow disappears from its pedestal behind me. This is the Friday before a wedding. This is the moment I was suppose to storm the bakery to save my friend from earthly damnation. Also, how is earthly damnation so bad when the one being damned is happy about it?
Pick a piece of paper up and fold it thirty times for whatever reason while the banter of Stars Hollow disappears from its pedestal behind me. This is the Friday before a wedding. This is the moment I was suppose to storm the bakery to save my friend from earthly damnation. Also, how is earthly damnation so bad when the one being damned is happy about it?