This morning I walked in two inch boot heels through eleven inches of snow for nine blocks because I missed the smick-smackin Western bus and I was late for work.
Being "late for work" is one of my least favorite things.
Ever.
Sort of like being late for other things. Like Periods.
You get all flustered and nervous and stupid, then realize everything is alright in the end. Once in every blue moon though, being late, really fucks shit up.
I just alluded to accidental babies.
Damn.
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