… if only. I had the unfortunate ‘honor’ on my way to work this morning, of overhearing one of the most shallow, self-obsessed, and obnioxious conversations I’ve ever heard. On the one hand, I suppose it’s interesting that someone could be so blissfully unaware that she could have such a conversation. But ‘interesting’ isn’t really an excuse.
a sharp needle in my brain
tone of your bored voice
dismissive wave of your hand
you smile, high on your words
I’m beyond tired these days, and my posts show it. Things are looking good for some long-windedness in the near future, however. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!