Slight Upset

Abstract Suzie is walking to lunch. Today, she has on her favorite puffy, purple jacket, that has an enormous hood which wraps around her entire head; a downy, purple puff of safety. Abstract Suzie is thinking to herself, "Today is a good day, look, there is the Sun, and also, there are birds, and leafy greens, today will be quite alright". Abstract Suzie is feels spontaneous. She decides to walk across to the other side of the bridge to look at the stream beneath: SCCCCRRREEEEAAAACCCHHHH! Abstract Suzie looks up to find that she has almost been run over by a silent, eco-friendly Prius, stopped two inches from her knees.

Cultural Misstep

Abstract Suzie is having lunch with her friends. Abstract Suzie is filled with glee, as she discovers that today the cafeteria is offering "Vegan Silk Chocolate Mousse Pie". Abstract Suzie cannot even believe her luck. Foaming at the mouth, Abstract Suzie picks up her slice and makes her way over to the lunch table, where she is encountered with a culturally awkward situation; Abstract Suzie's friend has brought her attractive British boyfriend to lunch. Abstract Suzie is very uncomfortable, as she has a habit of speaking in a very high, squeaky, even shrill British accent for comedic relief. It is now absolutely inappropriate to speak. Abstract Suzie concentrates her vision onto her pie.
"Ehnd whaht shooohd I dew about thees plate? Dahze ehnee bahdy know wheah I should toss it?"
"Grace, can you show him?"
Abstract Suzie looks up from her plate, her mouth stuffed-full of fake whipped cream. Without taking a gulp, Abstract Suzie opens her creamy mouth, and says "RIGHT-OH! CHEEHP-CHOP, OFF TO THEE DISPOOOOSAHL!" Bouts of cream fly all over the Brit, like snow. Abstract Suzie is not allowed to speak at the lunch table anymore.

Florida in the Summer is so positively soul-consuming hot, no one knows what in god's name to do with themselves. One looks outside. One is thinking about how hot it is outside, and it makes that one melt onto their airconditioned floor in absolute exhaustion. Retreat into the curtained, airconditioned, boxed room. Retreat! RETREAT! One is sitting on her bed, feet in the air, considering her belly button.

Predicament

Abstract Suzie is conflicted. It should first be mentioned that Abstract Suzie is a romantic environmentalist. She is deciding whether she should be on time to work, or whether she should take the metro; work ethic or ethic. Work ethic? Ethic?
Abstract Suzie's blood pressure is rising.
If she takes the metro, she might get caught in a thunderstorm again, and she will absolutely not get caught in a fucking thunderstorm again. It is also hot. She is hot. Abstract Suzie is freaking out. Ruefully, she looks down at her rain-proof outfit and decides to take her car. She was going to take the car as to avoid being late; she is fifteen minutes late. She says fuck this, she is taking the fucking metro because Abstract Suzie is the change, not the problem. She is forty-five minutes late. Abstract Suzie descends upon SW 32nd Avenue, she pushes the tiny Cross Walk button, causing thirty commuting cars to stop. Abstract Suzie realizes that she has just completely canceled out her negative carbon footprint.

Cubiculum

I am in Miami. I am in a cubicle, in Miami. I have come to realize that the temperature they've set in this cubiculum is the exact temperature of my skin. It is uncomfortably comfortable; I feel as if I've peed on myself. Or, as if I do not have any skin on. As a nudist, I absolutely hate the idea of not having skin. It would take away the point of everything, entirely. Am having a little rumble in my tummy, for I know that in seventy-six minutes, I will be inside a fancy restaurant, having the weekly bowl of chili with my mother. Today, I will attempt to make my mother laugh so hard, that she will spew chili from her nostrils. Timing is crucial.