smoke rumbles and tears the heat waves across the platinum lined rain clouds above mark wahlbergs screaming forehead.
So i walked into work today and saw ms. heather in a heap at my feet.
"fuck, not another diabetic attack."
but she just lay there shaking like usual. sidestepping the trash heap, i proceeded to clock in and go about my general duties, trying to ignore the pathetic mass undulating below.
"attention whore," i whispered to jennifer w who knew exactly what i was talking about. we all suspected that piece of shit was stealing money from the break room so we spared her no pity.
The e.m.u showed up about a half an hour later to take her away. Isnt that just like heather always making an exit?