post-work thoughts

The hair looked good
I looked good
Rockin' a black top
and subtle-yet-scandalous denim skirt
Did you notice?
Doesn't matter...
heads turned regardless =p

Work was untolerable, knowing that I could have been out that Friday with the leaner. He could have been leaning on me last night. And just when I was ready to cry myself to sleep for being alone and forgotten, the cell rang, and to hear his playful and inviting voice made heart overflowed with happiness.***

***Trying to attempt written sarcasm. How did I do?

Basketball was on in the sushi bar. They asked me why I liked the spurs so much. I told them Ginobili was my husband. ::wink, nudge::