‘working’ on the 2nd last day of work.
by santadeer
Couldn’t give more of a damn really, if you asked me if I wanted peas or potatoes to go with my meat.
I don’t want peas, potatoes or to work on my 2nd last day of work.
But I suppose I must, but I simply can’t stop watching Colin Firth, he ages so fuckably well. Dratted old man. *drops to knees and prays for forgiveness over blasphemous statement*
I simply adore watching him, there’s nothing else to it and till something else comes my way and no not work, but something else more beautiful or meaningful…maybe both, comes my way, I am gonna be drooling over Firth. Ok drooling is not exactly it, I have that much control. But my stomach tightens in anticipation each time I see his face and my hair stands and I’m afraid if I lose control, I just may go to the other end of the age spectrum to look for The One.
And what if some old perv takes advantage of me?! 
Shucks. But really Universe, if everyone’s equal in your eyes, you shoulda damn well created us all identical. How else is equality supposed to be practised?! But in any case since I’ve prior experiences in old pervs, identifying and avoiding them should be a breeze… And I simply must remember to give my judgement more credit than the current amount allocated to it!
Sheeesh woman, anyone would think you were only 5 and naive enough to assume all lollipops taste of candies and clouds.
