Exposed Brick

I'm at work sitting in a now empty office. I'm the only one left downstairs in my department, before production closes down for the season. It feels like Christmas, and I'm working over the holidays.

I find myself staring at the inanimate objects that surround me. Empty desks. Shelves. Cardboard boxes taped along the side. And they all look sad. Why are they so sad? Who knows who'll fill this office next? Surely they won't be lonely for long. It might be the new Bruce Willis or Daniel Craig action flick... American features! So I've heard.

I guess they'll just miss us... and all the laughs.

Sitting here, I noticed for the first time today that one of the walls in this office is exposed brick. It's beautiful, but hidden around a corner. It got me athinkin' - if I was some sort of inanimate office particle, I'd be a wall. An exposed brick wall.

What would you be?

xo Lola

ps. The idea of being a "drunk girl" distastes me. Casual drinking is my new pleasure. Too many drunk broads who do stupid drunk things, and send stupid drunk txts have made drinking a juvenile gong show. What do you think?