This Fish Needs A Bicycle

give you two

Crawled out of bed and decided that black Holly Golightly dress had been hanging quietly in closet just way too long. Pulled out said dress, knock-em dead knee high boots and Jackie-O sunglasses (forget the fact that is currently pouring-down rain). Glazed lips with raspberry pink stain and headed out the door exactly one hour late for work.
Heard blue-jumpsuit-clad city workers mumbling and saw leering as approached, but was not until had passed by that heard ridiculously loud wolf call. In fine sassy fashion, right hand shot out of pocket and greeted fine city workers with beautifully manicured middle finger. Did not look back. Men in blue were silent for few seconds, but knew they'd seen friendly overture when heard laughter and more wolf calls. Glad to amuse, fellas.

Is simply going to be that sort of day.

Congratulations.
You've been very quiet lately. Congratulations for what?
You've made it a week. One full week and not a single sob-fest, tantrum or bout of excessive dismantling of last Wednesday's fiasco with J.
One week? Tell me it's been six.
I think one is pretty impressive. You haven't even emailed him. Or even started to. You haven't even indulged in scrolling to his name in your cell phone.
It's all about denying my nature. How v. Puritan of me.
Sing with me, now. I know your friends are. Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty....
That's enough, smart ass.
You missed me.
I'd like to miss you again.
Ah, you don't mean it.
It should take you exactly four seconds to cross from here to that door. I'll give you two.
You do Hepburn proud.
Indeed.