my random musings, now in words.
Excuse my Lionel Richie moment, will you?
Yesterday, ladies and gentlemen, was a Saturday. And yesterday, ladies and gentlemen, my lovely readers, had been joyous. Work was exceptionally productive. But I had a rough start though, early in the morning. I was waiting for the bus to get myself at the workplace, but the damn bus didn’t came. I waited for a few looong moments, but it still did not show up, so I asked for mercy from my colleague to pass me the cabbie hotline (after all the waiting, yawning, etc.). So I arrived to work fairly late , but with full glory, and with doughnuts to celebrate. And it felt like the normal day of working. I mean, I enjoyed working there, but yesterday turned into something unexpected.
Hellz yeah this man.
I freaked out a little bit. At work. Feeling very bouncy. And excited. And anxious. And texted practically everyone I know, from he to she, from that to it, from him to her to … well, ‘many’. I was so happy and excited, I was in disbelief at some point.
Well there was anyway, God bless him, that friend of mine. I cannot wait for this. It better work out. Read it again everyone. It. better. work. out. Or kill yourself, whoever you are, person in-charge to bring Usher here. Kill yourself.