Author's note: There was Z the serial sms-er, and now I've got S, the maniac texter. I'm weeping for my pockets in anticipation of next month's phone bills.
Oh and, what's the deal with the sudden rare congregation of gorgeous/cute/irresistably charming men recently, when I'm at my most vulnerable?! I have a hard enough time trying to not ogle Justin in the office; You're killing me, Greg O'Sullivan. Thankfully you're only here for awhile...
- Still floating amidst clouds made by bad beer, Shiraz, good company, cute smiles, sexy smirks and some of the yummiest kisses I've had in a long while... Though the ones with A was about just as yummy. -
My colleague, Tiffany, said that she couldn't keep up with the names anymore, and told me to categorise them with fruits for better referencing. LOL.
So... Hello there, Strawberry. It was nice to meet you.
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