Wednesday, August 25, 2010

I Open My Eyes

Saw that we were approaching the building where I'm interning and dear old dad works.

Glanced at the clock and nearly, very nearly said

"You have to be fucking kidding me,"

It was 6.40 a.m

Like, no traffic jams people? To drag on my sleeping-in-the-car time.

And I was no2 in the office today and had to dragged myself to my desk which is near the far far far exit.

Where I smacked my head on the desk and drooled on the wooden surface, dreaming of Marky Mark, me, Josh Kloss and silk scarves.

Please ignore the last sentence. That didn't happen. The smacking, drooling or dreaming. Sadness.

Update more later once I'm less aiofhasiofhaohfnasoncfalknfi-ish. Get me?

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