So Friggin Bored

I actually woke up early so i can finish up some written work.
friggin bored.
so traumatised at having to wake early that i dreamt of a cockroach.

i booked my hairdresser last sun, and they called a few hours before the appt to say he fell sick.
so i booked for thurs, but i had to work late so rescheduled to sunday.
and yesterday, they called to say he's been fired.

i was wondering whether i wasn't fated to get my haircut from him again,
but i wasn't expecting "fired" to be a reason.

ok back to work.
so friggin bored.

we're brainstorming for our new club slogan.
found a random slogan generator online and this was what it gave me:

melts in your hands, not in your toa payoh.
Little. Yellow. Different. Yvo.
Yvo. The other white meat.

BACK TO WORK.
friggin bored.