" i just spent ten minutes in the elevator thinking i was stuck. turns out that i forgot to press the button for the floor i wanted, and that’s why the elevator wasn’t moving. there i was, thinking i was going to die, and literally all i had to do was press a button. “

O P H E L I A flipped through the toronto sun paper absentmindedly, clutching a pink highlighter between her teeth making notes here and there on the once-perfectly white paper. “ i can’t believe i’m actually doing this,” she mumbled, running a hand through her long dark locks before letting them settle around her face. the female sat there with her back propped against the lobby wall listening as footsteps approached her “ don’t mind me, i’m just job hunting ” she said pressing the pink highlighter to the paper, “ you wouldn’t happen to know of a place would you? ” she asked looking up with pleading eyes. 

“ i’m thinking of putting up a sign that says ‘ no honey if you aren’t sweet, ‘ or something. some of the people who shop at hi honey are so rude, “ the blonde began, taking her jacket off and collapsing onto the other’s couch. “ like, this lady came in today asking for something from burt’s bees, which is reasonable because we sell bee-related products, but when i told her we didn’t carry anything from that company, instead of trying the cvs down the street, she went off on me. how rude is that ? “

"Sounds like the people a floor up are having a riverdancing party. Wanna go crash it?” 

sms → anyone.

I don’t know know how that lying song got popular, but it needs to fizzle out ASAP.

sms → person.