i’m going to keep it short and sweet.
i’m in the office alone. the music is on. the beat takes over my body and i start to dance towards the printer (i’m not sure at what point attempting to moon walk felt like a good idea) – only to turn around and find the window cleaner staring in, trying to hold himself up on the ladder whilst practically wetting himself with laughter. why do i do these things? why lord why?
now that’s off of my chest, back to work.
