This is a LATE parrot! Its a stiff; bereft of life, it rests in peace!
My upper back and right shoulder are hard as rocks. I don't know why I'm so tense. I feel peachy keen. Eh.
Today as I was walking in from my smoke break (I know, I bloody know.) This guy that was sitting around the corner said to me:
"Hey, what's up?"
He seemed like he really wanted to talk to me, but unfortunately, I just didn't have the time.
So I gazed up at the dark clouds as I walked inside and said;
" Rain, lame jokes, and all that jazz."
And then I winced. It sounded kinda awkward out loud.
I would have laughed at it, but I am a horse of a different color, after all, and people sometimes just don't know what to make of me.
Wish I had seen his face.
A shrubbery! *ominous music*
"A what?"
Ni! Ni! Ni!