Alarm clock goes off, “Mom 5 more minutes!!!” Oh wait, I’m 23 and live in a crappy studio apartment never mind. Ugh I don’t want to get up.
Okay, I’m up! What day is it? Coffee!!!! Or wine? Jk…but not really.
That first sip = HEAVEN
I’m going to be late. Maybe not, if I don’t hit traffic, HA! That’s funny! I’m definitely going to be late.
I’m already starving! And, I forgot my snack…Can we do a McDonalds run? Shit, my diet starts today. Just kidding, Kale Chips for one please! FML
Fuck my diet, I’ll start tomorrow.
I really wish we still had naptime, pretending to work, g-chatting and checking Twitter is exhausting.
I hate every single person I work with…WAIT do I smell French Fries?
If I was still in high school my day would be over right now…I should probably refresh my Twitter or do something productive with my life.
Diet DEFINITELY starts tomorrow; my pants are annoyingly tight. Maybe I should Pintrest easy workouts I can do at my desk…then I can print them out for motivation. Fuck, here comes my boss, where’s my email? OPEN, please open!
4ish really counts at 5:00 right? Drinks anyone?
FREEDOM!!! I should probably work out…
Ha, JK. I’m going to Happy Hour at *insert Trendy Bar in your town/city here*
I’ll probably just have one more glass…
Fuck, I have to work tomorrow…Why do I have this job again?
I really wish I was a Real Housewife…Maybe I should just marry rich?