Random Lunchtime Post
Hi.
At my desk I can hear rrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooooooM! roooooooooooooom! reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwww!
Grand Prix little men in little grand prix little cars.
It's funny.
I wish they just spelt it Grun Pree.
Hehehe.
In the last hour, I've had my phone stolen, like my work phone - these people stole it from me.
It was all real though. I was rendered phone-less for half an hour.
They've also cranked up the air con, or should I say cranked down the air con to what feels like Christmas Day in Moscow - Oh that was a good year. The year the tips of my ears fell off from frost bite.
I'm now wearin a hoodie with my work clothes. The emergency hoodie. Corporate Sexiness? OUT THA WINDOW YO.
The vocal house man is now back onto George Michael.
We all - and I mean everyone on the floor - just heard I'm never gonna dance again and we are currently listening to that song....something something without the sun going down onnnnnn me......welcome Mr Elton John my "special" uncle.
And also, in the last hour I've started listening to Kulcha. I stopped after skimming through it, but I'm going to force myself to go back in time, back to the 90s, back to suburbia and go thru the motions of Boom Shak Shaka Jam.
Go the italisation in this post.
OMG, I've just got so much to say today. It's almost perplexing isn't it?
At my desk I can hear rrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooooooooooooooM! roooooooooooooom! reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwww!
Grand Prix little men in little grand prix little cars.
It's funny.
I wish they just spelt it Grun Pree.
Hehehe.
In the last hour, I've had my phone stolen, like my work phone - these people stole it from me.
It was all real though. I was rendered phone-less for half an hour.
They've also cranked up the air con, or should I say cranked down the air con to what feels like Christmas Day in Moscow - Oh that was a good year. The year the tips of my ears fell off from frost bite.
I'm now wearin a hoodie with my work clothes. The emergency hoodie. Corporate Sexiness? OUT THA WINDOW YO.
The vocal house man is now back onto George Michael.
We all - and I mean everyone on the floor - just heard I'm never gonna dance again and we are currently listening to that song....something something without the sun going down onnnnnn me......welcome Mr Elton John my "special" uncle.
And also, in the last hour I've started listening to Kulcha. I stopped after skimming through it, but I'm going to force myself to go back in time, back to the 90s, back to suburbia and go thru the motions of Boom Shak Shaka Jam.
Go the italisation in this post.
OMG, I've just got so much to say today. It's almost perplexing isn't it?
posted by Jelkie at 5:00 PM
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