Currently Playing on mp3-codes.com: "Glamorous" by Fergie
Was 15 minutes late for work.
My current Supervisor,
Janry went to my desk and ask me if I was late again.
I looked at Kristel beside me winking her genuine thick eyelashes,
"Uhnnn...
No."
"Good!
So,
I was the only one who's late?"
I'm an hour and 20 minutes late for the entire 5-day-production this week.
Blame it on the ForceDesk for not giving me a time-off.
Been staying up so late recently, building a tomb where I can bury all my where-have-beens and whats-ups.
I'm also scratching a fiction.
Whooo...
this is one of my poetic days!
I'm a lazy writer and my writing has a very short span of collective popped-out thoughts.
And I get lost somewhere in the middle of my idea and get caught in between my imagination and blonde-bility.
I'm also recovering from my monroeic syndrome for the past few weeks not realizing that I'm starting to mess up my profile.
What am I talking about?
from the writer of: the chronicles of a third sex goddess, the starlet letters, lipstick writings on the wall, the goddess scriptures, the diva notes, and the queerest travel.
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