Monday, September 19, 2016

End of the day

At the end of a long day I can't wait to get home and pound  a can of fizzy water. I have become addicted to the bubbly water and while I would love to drink LA Croix all day, everyday, I'll drink whatever.

I realize this makes me super white and suburban but I can't help myself.

It's like contraband at work as well. Put it out and catch a teacher. Put out a salted caramel Kcup and you have a whole grade!

All this makes me feel like I am in the beginning of Fight Club to be significantly woke. You're not your ducking canned sparkling water....until you are.

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