Pet Editor

Tilting at Windmills, Passionately

Notes

How is it only Wednesday?

Me:
It's not even 11am and I'm already eaten a Snickers bar.
I have no regrets.
Kat:
For some reason I imagined that scene ending in a dimly lit interrogation room, you with your heals up on the table, and a cigarette in hand. You deliver your line ("I have no regrets") in a blase/I don't give a shit way before looking off into the distance and taking a puff of your cigarette.
Fade to black.
Me:
I'm such a badass
Kat:
Word.

Filed under chat work lol I have no regrets