I woke up this morning and asked myself what i was doing. It was not one of those awkward moments when you see yourself squirting mango in a very ackward way or when you actually see a cabonated drink literarly blowing up in your face.
It was one of those moments, when i actually stopped whatever i was doing and thought about the question.
What am i doing?
My first reaction was to call sugar and ask him what i was doing. Like he would know, right?
This question bothered me for most of the morning. I think its supposed to mean something. When i figure out what.. I will let y’al know.
in other news, its Fuuuuuuuuriday!