Valentine's Day
At 8pm:- He came in with a box of chocolates and a bouquet of red roses. So cliché. Wished "Happy Valentine's Day" and pecked me on the right cheek. Made me a turkey sandwich with cheese and pickles. We got into cozy blankets and sipped some hot chocolate. Cuddled. Talked. Cuddled some more. Talked a little less. My day before that:- Woke up in the morning. Was late for work. DAMMIT. Get into the elevator with an oldie CLEARLY leching on me, top to bottom. So put off. Look at my luck. My boss decides to shower me with all the excuses he thinks he has given me in the past month, regarding the new Big Data project we are working on. I don't think I agreed with a single one of those accusations. And really, I am not being defensive. I would own up to my mistakes. Reputation is not bigger than honesty. Right after I am done with that intense day at work, on my way home I see a red Mazda 3 ram into a guy crossing East 10th Street. It was death on the spot...
