Day 8 – cold

Hey there, I high-beamed the whole way to work this morning because I didn’t take a jacket and it was freakin’ cold. The tragedy of the cooler weather was the light it shone on my sad reality. That even high-beaming my breasts act more like the torch of a theatre staffer guiding you to your seats after the lights have gone down, than any standard high-beam functioning lights.


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  • Joke

    “Torch” is what we’d call a flashlight, right? Because if torch = stick with flaming material on top…then this just gets weird.


  • Kim

    Yes, torch = flashlight. Although a flaming chest is how I think Chef sees it. Which is kinda nice all these years later. Sometimes.