picture this: as i sit at my desk today, flipping through the stunning yet unusually large pages of FQ, while scarfing down a ooey-gooey boston cream donut, the copy editor that sits to my diagonal left commences conversation with one of the other FLARE females...
"oh, yeah my workout was good, although the treadmills were all out of order so i had to use the elliptical machine, but i guess it's better than nothing... i'm gonna go grab a salad, you want? oh, you're not having lunch today, ok..."
suddenly, as i wiped the fat-filled custard from my lip, i realized i'm not in mississauga anymore and these munchkins wear a size 0... tomorrow i'll downgrade to a lighter honey cruller...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
