Quotes from the week in the life of Hawk M. Winter
"Linda, you always have some excuse for me to suck your cock."
That's from work, from the manager.
"I have a place for your face."
That's mine.
"Do you know you still have glitter in your hair?"
That's from John.
"John's here and he's run through the graveyard."
A co worker's comment on John bringing me flowers.
"I don't really mind the cicadas that much anymore."
That's me.
"Get it off of me, get it off of me, get it off of me, for the love of God, it's on my face, get it off of me."
That's me five minutes later after a cicada landed on my forehead.
"ooooh, there's a design for a halter top, you *so* could make that"
The muse.
"What are you doing with your hands?"
John after I start openning and closing my hands really fast while passing the dollar-per-yard material aisle. I was weak. about 50 yards weak. They were clearing out their back room. I was a helpless lamb, It was too much for me.
"ooooh, yard sale"
I stopped and bought a cabinet and a desk that all of my sewing stuff is on at the moment.
"Tiffany, is something wrong with Linda? She and I worked a whole day and didn't get into a single argument."
Boy wonder of management.
"grummbleeeeebbbleeelgfrrrrr"
My tummy, says it's breakfast.
cioa.
or chow, as it were