Some people go quiet because they realise they never really had anything worth saying.
I go quiet when I'm busy making big, boss bitch moves.
Take this week: I closed on a building for the brand new HQ of my freshly incorporated Moment Makers (because at Moment Makers, we ensure
you are the moment), got a manicure, had a latte, and, oh, defeated my weird shadow self. And it's only Monday.
God, I'm amazing, aren't I?
Just no one talk to me until tomorrow fuck I think I punctured a lungPS: Other Remy, I'm taking the night off.
PPS: Janette, I'm
graciously allowing you to take my shift at Bon Temps. You're welcome.
PPPS: Moment Makers family, team meeting tomorrow at 10. Mimosas will be served.
PPPPS: I'm never calling you that again, we sound like a cult.