Today the colleagues bought fruits together. By the box. Almost every one, including me, went home with a pair of dragonfruits the size of my boobs (damn huge) and half a kilo of dark skin grapes.
Then later, I gave one of my boobs dragonfruit to my friend, cos she’s so sweet for lending me her stuff for my fashion show (this sat at Vivocity, topshop/topman show, 3pm).
Work is challenging, and I have to go dig out my notes later to “decode” the technical terms that keep appearing in the various textile reports.
There’s so much reading to do, but I space out when a sheet of paper has more than 500 words printed on it, and then I start day dreaming about sex.
Once the clock strikes 6, every notion in my head evaporates, and I just wanna go home immediately.
I feel like I die a little bit everyday, just like my ipod battery.
