Love is like a bomb baby, c'mon get it on
You know how a while ago, there would be these e-mails that would circulate about "you know you're a child of the 80s if..."? Well, I have one: you know you're a child of the 80s when rocking out to Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me" on the way to work makes you happy. Even though it's 8:25 and you're the first person in the office other than IO. Because guess what? When you walk in wearing headphones, blasting 80s music - IO can't really talk to you. Well, she can try, but she knows I can't hear a damn thing she's saying. Actually, I think most of what she's saying is about how I can't hear anything she's saying. It's a pretty sweet trick and I'm glad I discovered it. (It was quite by accident actually, one day it just happened and I was like - hey! I can avoid talking to her this way!)
That was quite a long break - Asha came back. I guess AM? Oh well. It's nice to see her. We've been discussing things here and how she shouldn't stress about the bar and stuff. Dammn...mornings are hard to write. I started at 8:30 and it's now almost 11. I gotta work. Type an Order, go to Court.
Laters
That was quite a long break - Asha came back. I guess AM? Oh well. It's nice to see her. We've been discussing things here and how she shouldn't stress about the bar and stuff. Dammn...mornings are hard to write. I started at 8:30 and it's now almost 11. I gotta work. Type an Order, go to Court.
Laters