chocolate clouds.

as i walked into the office i heard that kind of exasperated roar it seems only broken women between the ages 31-42 who have given up on all their dreams can produce. this already feels like the longest day.

call me debbie downer i'm a professional frowner i don't clown around or do anything fun.

i realized the pavement gray clouds that damn near fool me into thinking the road just runs straight into nothingness are going to be here to stay soon enough, and quietly tip-toed in little circles in my bedroom. i thought i looked pretty standing in front of the window and that big round mirror tightening my bra straps and wished you were there.