Turkey: The Day Before, In Bullets

• Going to sleep at 2:30 in the morning is not what’s hot in the streets. Especially when you have to wake up at 6:30 and crawl to work with the rest of massah’s multi-colored minions…only to be tortured by the pain of silence and the relentless ripping of paper.
• Santa’s elf is at it again !
• And who drank all the got damn coffee anyway!?!?! What if I wanted a cup???
• Hell I don’t even drink coffee.
• Intelligence: That which many claim to have yet are tragically unaware of what it means.
• “My Beautiful Dark Twisted Mind”….Should be the title of my life…
• Just because I talk about sex a lot, does not mean that I am having it…at all. It is such a touchy subject. Especially for women. But why? Expressing my desire for affection does not imply that I am loose. It simply confirms that I am human.
• I’m in a very sexual state of mind.
• I feel like breaking out in song and dance, or yelling at or slapping the shit out of someone just to penetrate the silence and break the monotony that is this office.
• Here it is the Wednesday after many moons past. Each one met with a shared thought, a kind word, or a genuine “I miss you”. But this one is different. This Wednesday is absent of expectation and hope. This Wednesday is absent of you.
• I am making a b-line for Sally’s on Friday. I need a blow dryer like nobody’s business. This wash and go shit is not cool! I’m tired of exposing the world to the abundance that is my forehead! I want my bangs back…STAT!
• This incessant game of tug-of-war is bringing me to my knees. I don’t wanna fight anymore. Waving the white flag.
• I surrender mutha fucka!!!