French goddesses and socialettes
I've been eating dates. They are desirably sweet, moist, delicious and good for you. Could that be where the idea of "going on a date" originates? ;)
…wonderfully and desirably sweet visions and a proof of a higher power: the socialette. I HATE SMOKING, but love smoke breaks. The social cigarette has forever been a pillar in all my extroverted mandates. It provides we smokers with the indispensable ability to leave our desks, GO OUTSIDE, leave work behind, and discuss whatever over the 3 – 5 minutes we have together under the banners of "Wow. Are we ever dumb fucks for smoking!" and "Damn it's nice/cold/wet out!" and "So what's up/new/your name?" You'd be amazed how flattering it can be when someone chains a second socialette just to make it a 6 – 10 minute rendezvous.
I must figure out a way to maintain the qualities of socialette-isms without the inescapable 25 year reunion in a cancer ward and painfully reduced quality of life; pink has always been my color of choice. ;)
Maybe I could just light them and let them burn? Wash my hand after and done?
2 Comments:
this is the funniest blog i've read in a long time!!! with the beautiful weather we're having lately...i bet your smoke breaks are going to be more like 11-17 minutes from now on!!!
thanks joyce, um, i just hope funny is actually the theme when yer busting that there gut... ;)
are we hooking up this weekend?
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