Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Please stop me if I can't stop laughing at you

Oh my god my life just took a turn for the better today.

Just when I thought working under the freezing air conditioner's a chore, my boss finally gave new meaning to the word 'work'. Just 2 hours before I could knock off, she came to me and handed me a BOX of files. I swore I was regurgitating four-lettered vulgarities while frantically rushing through that mountain of documents; I didn't want to be late for a dinner date with the Gurlies. I swear my boss would throw up four-lettered words tomorrow, because she'll have to find more work to keep my fingers moving.

And when 4 irrational girls come together, all we could do was to laugh ourselves bonkers, like we always do. I'd reckon we formed a female Fahrenheit, since a couple of us find a couple of guys in Fahrenheit cute. Count me out. I still love grey eyes and blonde tresses.

And as to who I'm mocking, I believe it'll all come to light. It's just a matter of time before the self-made dummies obediently raise their inflatable arms and laugh at their own stupidity, too.

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