Los Angeles, CA
Tonight, I feel like a 60-year old man, but coming home from work
at 8:00 at night seemed to warrant a fast and smooth
transition towards relaxation.
One of my coworkers thought she was paying me a compliment
and said that she wished she had done things differently, and waited
to get married, have babies. Maybe she would have risen the ranks as quickly,
me being younger and her boss and all.
When your 8:00 companion is a glass of whiskey, different
doesn't sound so bad. So I put the cap back on and allow myself
the hour before bedtime to feel just a little bit
sorry for myself.
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I love you Brooklyn!
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