it is still Thursday
but why does it feels like Friday?
If only i can turn my swivel chair into a couch
then i'd gladly jump unto it and slouch! :)
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She-who-must-not-be-named
PoetryJust some random scribble of words formed into lines and stanzas.Thoughts about adulting,relationship,career and what nots that plagues my mind at random.
Workday.Lazy Day!
it is still Thursday
but why does it feels like Friday?
If only i can turn my swivel chair into a couch
then i'd gladly jump unto it and slouch! :)
