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22 thoughts we have every single working day

6:30 am: go to the gym? id rather die. hit snooze.

7:30 am: i really should have gone to the gym. tomorrow i will go.

8:15 am: uh-oh, did i wear this outfit two days ago?

8:16 am: oh no! ive run out of febreeze.

8:25 am: right, so your bag needs to sit down more than me? note my death stare.

8:31 am: damn, hes caught me looking again.

8:45 am: i just want a latte. stop confusing me with the choices of sizes, flavored shots, and variations of foam...

8:55 am: oh no, its the old "trapped in the lift with the boss" trauma. proceed to boring chat about the weather.

8:57 am: must master the art of small talk. career depends on it.

9:03 am: morning papers. same thing every day, wait - red wine is definitely good for you! result!

10:30 am: i want lunch now.

11:15 am: shit, shit, shit, totally forgot the boss wanted that report by 12. ill tell her its totally ready.

11:45 am: i suppose i better get off facebook and write the damn report.

1:00 pm: seriously, is there anything better in life than a grilled cheese?

4:40 pm: gah. afternoon slump. injection of chocolate urgently needed.

5:45 pm: thank heavens for make-up. and oil sheets. otherwise id be a mess.

7:30 pm: a starter, pasta, garlic bread and an enormous dessert. ah well, ill go to the gym tomorrow. definitely.

9:00 pm: i will leave the bar now.

10:30 pm: cant they invent a gadget that wipes your make-up off for you while you sleep? and brushes your teeth, perhaps?

11:oo pm: wish tomorrow was saturday.



yep, this is all about right ;)

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