The weather report said there’s going to be a storm headed our way and as I type this down, with David Cook crooning at the background, the wind gets colder and colder each passing minute.
I fear for what’s left of my pay. If work gets called off on Tuesday due to the storm, then how much does that leave me? I’ve been absent for two days and I can already hear my pockets weeping.
As this cold, cold wind tosses my unruly hair, I keep thinking that if I imagine David Cook lounging somewhere here then maybe he’d materialize out of thin air and actually become real. As in 3D real. Ah, pipe dreams. How annoying.
“I ain’t gonna cry, no
And I won’t beg you to stay
If you’re determined to leave, girl, I won’t stand in your way”
I don’t know about the other girls but if Cook was ever mine? And he's about to leave me? I’d THROW MYSELF ON THE GROUND IN FRONT OF HIM. While singing, “No way you’re never gonna shake me!!!”
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