I know it don’t thrill you I hope it don’t kill you
Now that I’m a full time working girl, I’m learning to generate month-end reports.
Daddy would be so proud.
“Welcome to the working week,” my music theorist-cum-office clerk coworker said this morning. After I shuffled in late, the evidence having gone to a party and then writing my genre paper in clear effect.
“Hah,” I said. “Ha ha.”