sparkle.

There was a sparkle on her skin,

Hands dipped in starlight

with little moons at her fingertips

A well, manicured hand. 

wolf and sheep.

Work is a depressing sort of thing, isn't it? I guess that's why it's important to choose the right one. Something that you'll enjoy.

I currently do not enjoy my work. It's a drag. The students are spoiled, rotten, and unreasonable. And what's worse. These are adult students.

I have to be quick and clever. Sneaky, sometimes. But more quick and clever.

It bothers him that he has to be quick and clever. But I see nothing wrong with it. It means I'm learning to be more politically correct and that I'm learning how to run with, or ahead of the wolf pack.

Not that I want to become a wolf, but sure as hell beats being a helpless sheep.

And yes, sheep are innocent. They do nothing wrong.

But they are dim-witted, and stupid. They demand justice, but don't realize that life sucks, and they must be clever. Or at least, they must accept their fate, and work with what they have. But no, sheep become disappointed that things are not fair, and complain, complain, complain.

I hate complaining. It's such a drag.

But I suppose, that just because I don't have much patience. I should work on that.