This woman that works at the US Airways place that I cater every Friday walked into the breakroom where I set up wearing this particular shirt that I've seen probably more than a hundred times. She seemed as if her mid-life crisis rushed into an Usher video.
Said shirt read:
Authentic
Nurturing
Giving
Enthusiastic
Loyal
And I asked myself, could it be? Could she be my guardian angel?
It's hard to describe where I am. Somewhere between cynical, amused, provoked, and fucked. This is a journal. This is a notepad for random writings. This is probably gonna end up being the stupidest thing ever.
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