Just when I thought I was safe and sound and almost all my senses started responding normally, I realised that Cupid awaits with one of its poisonous arrows. Its a moustached one (oh-o-surprising) this time. I was trying hard to get over my previous wound, which had struck me deep and inflicted me a lot. Honestly, this blah state of mind without wounds and pain was a little boring, and a little too morbid for someone who is used to and kind of gets entertained by all the drama around.
So yeah, one week at work and BOOM! a moustached arrow it is! For all people wondering, I am not into the upper lip tress, I have never had a thing for any, and I never expected myself to actually contemplate the thought of being around it. Well, life is surprising, isn't it :D
So here I am, distracted once again, my heart almost skipping all beats and my intestines feeling nauseaous with arush of blood to my head, ringing the bell which is tolling and proclaiming... RING-A-DING- you've been struck !!!
So yeah, one week at work and BOOM! a moustached arrow it is! For all people wondering, I am not into the upper lip tress, I have never had a thing for any, and I never expected myself to actually contemplate the thought of being around it. Well, life is surprising, isn't it :D
So here I am, distracted once again, my heart almost skipping all beats and my intestines feeling nauseaous with arush of blood to my head, ringing the bell which is tolling and proclaiming... RING-A-DING- you've been struck !!!
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