You know what I want
You know what I need
Still here, waiting.
Riding out the last waves of Thursday.
Thursday is cool that way.
Thursday can take over the game in the fourth quarter.
Thursday separates the wheat from the chaff, the men from the boys.
But Friday...
Friday is like honey dripping slowly, languidly, pooling in the melted butter on your toast, and when you crunch into it, you inhale deeply and thank God for inventing bees and deciding that those ornery, little things should build their little hexagonal honeycombs.
Friday, you saucy tart.
Riding out the last waves of Thursday.
Thursday is cool that way.
Thursday can take over the game in the fourth quarter.
Thursday separates the wheat from the chaff, the men from the boys.
But Friday...
Friday is like honey dripping slowly, languidly, pooling in the melted butter on your toast, and when you crunch into it, you inhale deeply and thank God for inventing bees and deciding that those ornery, little things should build their little hexagonal honeycombs.
Friday, you saucy tart.
posted by Joe at
10:34 PM
2 Comments:
mmm, now i want toast.
I love it when you talk the simile smack.
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