thou shalt not conform when thou could blaze thy own path..
ParaNoia
She was fidgeting again.
He sure was in a good mood.
She couldnt stop biting her nails as she continued clicking on the keyboard, typing nothing.
He was walking with a spring in his steps.
She couldnt stop glancing at the door to his office.
All she could think about is..I'm screwed. And grimaced.
Then he walked out and stopped by her cubicle, "Great job! We are on the right track!" And a big grin.
She smiled reluctantly and thought..He's out to get me.
"The truth is usually just an excuse for a lack of imagination." - Garak, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
He sure was in a good mood.
She couldnt stop biting her nails as she continued clicking on the keyboard, typing nothing.
He was walking with a spring in his steps.
She couldnt stop glancing at the door to his office.
All she could think about is..I'm screwed. And grimaced.
Then he walked out and stopped by her cubicle, "Great job! We are on the right track!" And a big grin.
She smiled reluctantly and thought..He's out to get me.
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posted by M.E. # 10:16 AM
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