"Babe, it's almost 4:20, get your phone ready!"
"Yeah Babe, I know, I know," he said, fumbling to take his phone from his pocket. "I've got it all set up and shit."
"This is going to be the best Four-Twenty Day snap of all time," she giggled. "Four-Twenty at 4:20." She held her phone up so that she could look at her own reflection. "I'm so cute," she said. "Look at me, Babe, I'm so kawaii."
"Yeah Babe," he said absentmindedly, taking a drag from a thumb-sized joint. "So cute, seriously,"
His shallow praise washed over her without registering. She was too busy stretching her top to show maximum cleavage and adjusting her bangs to hide a rash of acne on her temple. Once she was satisfied with how she looked, she snapped a few selfies so that she could post them to Instagram later on.
"I'm ready, Babe," she said.
"Yeah Babe," he said, holding up his phone.
"I want it to post right at 4:20, you got that Babe?" she asked.
"Yeah Babe," he said.
"I'm ready, take it now!"
"Yeah Babe," he said, pressing the big red "record" icon on his phone. "Rolling..." he whispered.
She winked at the camera, then put a cock-sized joint to her ruby-red lips. She fumbled with her lighter for a moment before getting a light, then took a long drag. She held it in for a moment, her eyes fluttering like butterfly wings, then blew thick blue smoke rings toward the camera.
"Yeah Babe," he said. "That was good."
"Post it!" she said. "Best Four-twenty post ever!"
Just then there was a knock on her bedroom door.
"Dinner will be ready soon," her mom called in through the door.
"Ugh, Mom!" she snapped. "You almost messed up my Four-Twenty snap!"
"Sorry Sweety," her mom said remorsefully.
"Go away!" she barked. "Don't do it again!"
"Sorry Sweety," her mom said again.
"God she's stupid," she sighed, flopping down on her bed. "I'm twenty years old for God's sake. I don't need her to come tell me when dinner is ready. I can go down there myself."
"Yeah Babe," he said.
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Friday, April 6, 2018
Friday
"Ughh, today is dragging," Pete sighed. "I'm done. Seriously, I just want to go home." He put his head down on his desk and groaned loudly. It was 2:48 in the afternoon. He still had over an hour before he could leave his desk and start his weekend. An hour that felt like an eternity.
He kept his head on his for a few moments, wallowing in his own self-pity, then got up and walked to the break room to fill his mug with water. He didn't really need any water. In fact, he wasn't thirsty at all, and his mug was already full of water from the last time he had walked to the breakroom five minutes earlier; but going to the break room to fill his mug with water was an excuse to get up from his godforsaken desk and stretch his legs.
After filling his mug with water, he left the mug at his desk and went to use the restroom. He didn't really need to use the restroom. In fact, he didn't need to use the restroom at all. He had been to the restroom less than ten minutes ago. But walking to the restroom was an excuse to get up from his godforsaken desk and stretch his legs.
The small, two-stall single-urinal restroom was empty. Pete sauntered up to the urinal and stood there, staring at the white tiles on the wall. He stood there, dreading going back to his godforsaken desk until someone else came into the restroom. Pete pretended to finish pissing, then went and washed his hands for an inordinate amount of time.
After leaving the restroom, Pete took a long walk back to his desk. Instead of walking directly down the hall, past the elevators, Pete went the opposite direction, toward the building exit. He turned right, cutting through another department, then right again past an auxiliary copy room, and then right again, through another department that was empty for the day. Pete looped back around past the elevators, then walked toward the conference rooms on the south side of the building. He walked slowly, not quite dragging his feet, but moving at a snail's pace nonetheless.
At last, Pete came back to his own office. He stood at the door, dreading going back to his godforsaken desk until someone else came out the door and he had no choice but to go in and avoid an awkward conversation.
"Ughh, today is dragging," Pete sighed as he sat down at his desk. "I'm done. Seriously, I just want to go home." He put his head down on his desk and groaned loudly. It was 2:53 in the afternoon. He still had over an hour before he could leave his desk and start his weekend. An hour that felt like an eternity.
He kept his head on his for a few moments, wallowing in his own self-pity, then got up and walked to the break room to fill his mug with water. He didn't really need any water. In fact, he wasn't thirsty at all, and his mug was already full of water from the last time he had walked to the breakroom five minutes earlier; but going to the break room to fill his mug with water was an excuse to get up from his godforsaken desk and stretch his legs.
After filling his mug with water, he left the mug at his desk and went to use the restroom. He didn't really need to use the restroom. In fact, he didn't need to use the restroom at all. He had been to the restroom less than ten minutes ago. But walking to the restroom was an excuse to get up from his godforsaken desk and stretch his legs.
The small, two-stall single-urinal restroom was empty. Pete sauntered up to the urinal and stood there, staring at the white tiles on the wall. He stood there, dreading going back to his godforsaken desk until someone else came into the restroom. Pete pretended to finish pissing, then went and washed his hands for an inordinate amount of time.
After leaving the restroom, Pete took a long walk back to his desk. Instead of walking directly down the hall, past the elevators, Pete went the opposite direction, toward the building exit. He turned right, cutting through another department, then right again past an auxiliary copy room, and then right again, through another department that was empty for the day. Pete looped back around past the elevators, then walked toward the conference rooms on the south side of the building. He walked slowly, not quite dragging his feet, but moving at a snail's pace nonetheless.
At last, Pete came back to his own office. He stood at the door, dreading going back to his godforsaken desk until someone else came out the door and he had no choice but to go in and avoid an awkward conversation.
"Ughh, today is dragging," Pete sighed as he sat down at his desk. "I'm done. Seriously, I just want to go home." He put his head down on his desk and groaned loudly. It was 2:53 in the afternoon. He still had over an hour before he could leave his desk and start his weekend. An hour that felt like an eternity.
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