Day 81

There's this lady at work who's always wearing bells. I call her the freaking stupid bell lady, because she is freaking stupid, a lady, and she wear bells.

They're everywhere. On her shoes. On her wrists. On her shirt. On her belt. It's her thing, I guess. You know, what makes her special. Which probably means that without her bells she is boring and bored. I hope that's noy the case, but why else with the bells?

I am such a jerk. But I'm not taking it back. Because she's the freaking stupid bell lady. And someone needs to let her know. But not me. Because not only am I a jerk, I am also a coward.

The end.