BossBaboon
the hot smelly grease, i hate him. his lips curl back over he's wretched teeth as he cracks a wicked smile. why does he haunt me
her wrist sparkles as she takes a long drag of her cigarette. "what are your plans tonight?" she asks with a devilish look in her eyes.
i already did this today
another traffic jam
another long day
another sigh of relief getting home
another nights sleep