No Angels | Bastille

I’ve been trying to be “Breezy” at work.

That was Jeff’s suggestion. “Breezy, like Cover Girl. You’re already beautiful. And…well…we know you’re easy. So now, all you have to do is be Breezy.”

I laughed. But it made complete sense. So ever since, I’ve been trying to be “breezy”.

Ask me something stupid? Breezy.

Insult my intelligence? Breezy.

Tell me how to do my job? Easy breezy.

Today was a bit gusty.