Mondays are my favorite day of the week. I am normally well rested, I like the conversations that revolve around weekend follies, and I view Mondays as restarts. Every Monday is like a reset, like pushing the start button on a stopwatch that will eventually reach 10, 080 minutes 0 seconds on Sunday at midnight, when the proverbial hourglass is again turned on its end.
On this Monday I experienced the following: Introduction to a new co-worker, she seemed light hearted, competent, and my first impression was a good one. I received one random facebook message that a friend had hooked up with a guy that I had already hooked up with, so now that brings our common escapades to the big number 2. Had the opportunity to provide advice based on my educational expertise, which felt good because I like to think I've earned it. Got tasked with a mini-project that will give me some good company exposure. Left the office before 5 and called my BF whom coincidentally sat two cars up from me in traffic. We chatted she invited me to her shop for a brow shaping and I left with a kick-ass American Apparel Ahpeele screen printed T.
Now that I'm home and Skillet has been out to pee, I sit on the sofa in the AC drinking a High Life and I wait. I wait for the mattress movers to bring my new set that I've wanted and needed for 9 months. While I wait I'm creating a playlist for my dear friend with the kickass Ts and beautiful salon space.
Finally I can fuck without the bed squeaking like a chew toy.
