We just enjoyed our below minimum amount of red Frontera (a half-and-half of cheap wine and vinegar for the philistines of wine tasting). Some cheese with it. The imponderable pleasures that await us tomorrow are a 15 minute massage, and a two hour introduction to skiing on a meagre fake slope of snow. Add a lol, a hashtag fail slash almost Third World Country, post it on a First World Problems meme. Cue boredom.
All people really need is to be able to trust people and their environment, and to find and be able to pursue things or people that excite them. That's it. No mints on the pillows, huge LCD tv screens, Jacuzzi tubs or Godiva cakes will help with that.
Without that you really are wearing that dirty apron and not that sexy pencil skirt in that office where they never called you back from. Then you really are a poor-born spawn of a globally disregarded nationality, and gender. If your head's not up high where you'd love to be, then you're already dead and just spend your days decaying and falling apart.
These words are knives and often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
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