What? I've got my eyes on you? I'm not petrified, I'm just stoked on 15 cups of double shot espressos!
Look seriously deep into the eyes that have eyes on you. You're getting sleepy, sleepy, sleepy...oh, nevermind, my eyes are much better than yours.
My eyes are on you, my loyal peasants! I am queen of all you survey, so you better pay attention!
What? Oh yeah, sure, my eyes are on you. And they're not on this mouth watering, lipsmacking 110% pure beef weenie! No sir. Ummmm...pass the mustard please.
Go away! Just go! I mean it! Leave me alone! Now!
I'm all seeing, all knowing, and now you know what I look like eight and a half years later. I also got my eyes on you, and hey, you stop drinking that kegger, it's way too early in the day to get sloshed. I don't care if you need to tie one on to make it through your day as a driving instructor. And by the way, Happy Monday!
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