Get your nails done. Dance to the music.
The little details matter. You matter.
Doing as you please is therapy, too.
Turn your "happy" on, and turn down your worries.
Smoke that cigarette and drink that beer.
After all, there is only one life, but work is endless.
Get the nails done
and don't ever forget that you matter.
May you remember me when I am gone
may you miss my baking and my cooking,
may you remember me through common flavors
and try to find me in your own cooking, your own baking.
May you pass my love on to your loved ones through those flavors.
May you miss speaking English with me
and whenever you have no one around to converse with,
may you miss my presence and those times of nonstop chatter
about nothing and everything, and may you then be certain
of how much I loved you and how precious you always were to me.
May we always be together.
May I have a life beyond my life to love you and to protect you.
May you be the happiest daughter as you have made me the happiest mother.
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Birds are chirping outside. I hear them sometimes from my desk, but here they're louder.
Sometimes I want to scream like one of them. I regret not having wings and not being able to fly.
All the wild bue yonder would be mine. No more bank accounts needed. No appraisals from work.
There is so much to say, yet we remain quiet.
I wish I could raise my voice like a bird
and everyday enjoy the sunshine.
The website just asked if I am a robot.
Judging from the way I get treated at work, I am dubious. I may be a robot.
And maybe these are not really my dreams, but the expected performance parameters of someone who programmed me in C#.
My interface is a little bit damaged due to poor maintenance. But so long as I keep my core function, no one cares.
Coffee is a vice to me.
Screens, a necessity.
I run on electricity and Wi-Fi.
Every morning I open my eyes, and there are things I have to do. Why can't I choose my own day?
Sometimes I'd sneeze, and people get surprised. Is it "Waste and Abuse" if I have to sneeze during working hours?
Please rate from 1 to 5, with 1 being "poor" and 5 being "excellent"
the service I have provided.
Anyway... Duty calls. A robot must follow the human command.
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Por como me tratan en el trabajo, ya me hicieron dudar. Tal vez sí soy un robot.
Y mis sueños en realidad no lo son; sólo son el desempeño esperado por alguien que me programó en C#.
Mi interfaz está un poco dañada debido al pobre mantenimiento. Pero mientras yo siga realizando mi función principal, a nadie le importa.
El café se ha vuelto un vicio.
Las pantallas, una necesidad.
Funciono a base de energía eléctrica y Wi-Fi.
Cada mañana abro mis ojos y hay cosas que tengo que hacer. ¿Por qué no puedo elegir mi día?
A veces estornudo y se sorprenden. Y yo necesito tomar unos minutos. ¿Es fraude estornudar en horas de trabajo?
Califique usted del 1 al 5, donde 1 es deficiente y 5 excelente, el servicio que le he brindado hoy.
En fin... El deber me llama. Un robot debe cumplir las órdenes de los humanos.
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There are places I want to go
I just don't know how to get myself there yet.
I haven't found the right opportunity
But I'll keep looking.
I am hoping for a second home
A place of growth and challenge, where I can be human.
I want to be me.
We all need some acceptance sometimes.
When you come from a difficult background, sometimes it is difficult to believe that you deserve better. But you deserve better. I deserve better.
Steal my smile
Be my saddle to ride
Make my life livable
Stroke my thighs
Nuzzle my hair
Keep me up all night
Breathe into my ear
Drive me "crazy good"
Let me lose myself in your eyes
Raise my heart rate and lower my panties
and pull yourself close to me
ever closer under the covers
Say my name
Call it out loud
Love me and forget me
Give me what I want
The Rolling Stones said "She's a rainbow"
The Arctic Monkeys said "Crying Lightning"
I personally don't think she's either.
To me, she's a rain cloud most of the time
all beautiful and smelling like petrichor,
all gray and silver and complicated
and making things better only when she wants to,
because she can.
So perhaps she is the rainbow and the lightning
and the cloud and everything in between
but I am just tired of getting wet
and I don't know how to bring the sunshine
and get her to enjoy a sunny day
because I love swimming pools
and she has a hot bikini body
but still prefers the rain cloud, and she hates the beach
and I would like to tell her, "Brace yourself
because life is going to hit you hard" -yes, even harder-
and I am going to be there for you
but I don't know if you'll want me
because I was so stupid some time ago
because I didn't do things your way
because I respond to your apathy in a way that you find abusive
and I don´t want to abuse you, but I just can't wait
forever for you to do your chores while you're out
with your friends and you think everything else is more important
and you're taking me for granted, but then I get mad
and can't help but become a bitch
and then you get mad because I am a bitch -which I know I am, and I am sorry-
but I wasn't like that when I told you first, and you're just testing my patience.
She's a rain cloud, and I can't be the eternal umbrella.
And I know she'll say she doesn't need an umbrella, but at the end of the day
this is her home. For now.
Maybe later, when she can afford her own, she'll go away.
And that is not because I want her to go, but it is her who says she can not stand me.
I don't know. I just ask her to make lunch and wash the dishes once a week.
And to smile once in a while.
I don't know.
How does one love a rain cloud?
