
As for the 33% of you still cutting folks off at the knees, I wish you good luck. It takes great discipline to spend the rest of my life pretending not to know someone that I used to be get my sexy on with... especially if we live in the same city. With my kinda luck, I'm the one, bumping into them on every corner and opening of a soup can. And I swear, there is nothing more uncomfortable faking small talk with someone you're not cool with. You know those horrid conversations held entirely in that high pitch, fake excited tone of voice-"Oh my god, hi!! It's so good to see you!" When the whole time you're wishing you just stayed home and drank a V-8? Mmm-hmm...
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