Should I have drank that Baileys with my coffee this morning? Should I have followed that up with three Guinness and a pint of Beamish?
I really shouldn’t have had that corned beef for breakfast with the cabbage. I hope I don’t rip ass in that meeting later with my client for Kellogs.
Did that girl look at me? I looked at her. No, she didn’t look at me. Maybe her friend looked at me?
I like Crocs. Why do they always get such a bad rap? They are A)Cheap at $30 a pop B) Made out of material that you could eat and C) Multifunctional…one second they are a slipper…nope now they are a summer sandal.
Why did St. Patrick wear that ridiculous hat?
Why can’t I find a freakin’ four leaf clover? Luck of the Irish my ass.
The security guard always has a smirk on his face like he forgot something and can never quite remember what it is.
Cindy, looking good today with that pencil skirt and red high heels. You make coming to work worth it some days.
Hello desk. Hello papers. Hello friends. Hello day filled with ink smudged hands, glances out the window at the identical building across the street, daydreaming about nothing at all. By the end of the day, all I will want in my hand will be an Irish Carbomb and maybe some of my dignity.
