Around 11am.
This one dude is mega-fake and every time he talks to the boss,,he’s got this laugh.
Really forced.
Obviously fake.
I have never laughed at work like he does.
Daily..
Ass-kissers and gold diggers..
I got very tired.
And I wanted America to lose .
I wanted people to lose.
Very tired.
And the sky is grey and the memory of the bed is persistent.
Why fight?
Why fucking fight?
For what?