Waking up to the same boring awe-some life is just as boring as drinking grape wine for the rest of your life.

I woke up with the last night's hangover surrounded by the people that I don't remember in a place where I don't know. I open my eyes and feel the heavy arm of some guy on my tiny stomach.

I try hard to lift it off me, you can imagine how much it sucks to have a fucking crazy headache from the hangover and now I have a hulk sleeping next to me who refuses to move his hand. Finally after a long try I get off the bed and feel the sharp sunlight , must be noon.

I grab a cape from the wardrobe of Mr. Hulk and bind it around my waist.
I should really hire a bodyguard to take care of me and take me home when I'm really drunk.

This must be the the hundredth time of me waking up in a unknown place with a unknown guy. But nevertheless, I still enjoy myself like this. No strings attached, no drama, no need to care for someone who's just a douche.

This place stinks like a dungeon full of weed. I walk around the room coughing and trying really hard to breathe. I find my phone under some bitch's boobs. Ugh! She slept on my phone. And it's vibrating, she must be having a good time with it. I chuckle to myself, take my phone and walk towards the wardrobe again to get some clothes and get the hell out of this place.

I pull out a couple of t-shirts and I should really reconsider my taste in men, this wardrobe is garbage, this guy clearly has a bad taste in clothes but a big fucking mansion,phew. I pity him.
I finally wear a black v neck t-shirt which is almost falling off my shoulders but I know just how to make it sexy. I pull out another camo short and put up my hair up in a messy bun. Perfect but not ideal.

Now it's time to get out of this place.
"You're leaving?", Mr. Hulks awake. But little do I care to answer and I walk straight out grabbing my red purse.

I check my phone only to find out that I screwed up my job really bad. I was supposed to be in an official meeting with this French guy and I can't even remember his name, anyways it doesn't matter now, coz I'm not going back to that office ever again. It's not that I'm scared that I screwed up, I just don't care. I was planning to screw it anyway. I'm gonna do my thing and I hate to take orders from a guy who's a total douchebag.

Ah god! It's like there's a huge electric guitar being played in my head which is really really irritating.

I stop by a coffee shop to just put some caffeine into my body so that my head stops acting like a bitch. I grab a cup of coffee and sit on the outside walkby table to enjoy my coffee and check my phone as it vibrates in my hand.

Aaron's calling. Another douchebag, what does he want now.

"What?", I say without a greeting, it's just overrated anyway good morning ,hi bye hello so cliché, skip to the main business people!

"Well,good morning to you too! Actually good afternoon. Where did u wake up today? ", He says with a pissed off tone.

"You really wanna know? Don't go crying to your mommy after I tell you. Your dad's bed. You see your dad's not a scum like his son but I figure you got that from your mother. What I can't figure out is why am I talking to you right? Why did you call"

"Because, Miss I-don't-give-a-shit, where the hell are my presentations and where the fuck are you, you just cost a million dollar project. Get your ass here right now or .."

"Or what? You'll just go fuck yourself? Oh dear, go ahead and screw yourself, cause I , Mr i- am-a-dick, I'm never coming back to your office again, I'm done. Find yourself a bitch that doesn't know you're a douche. Oh and by the way the presentations you were moaning for is in your top shelf right behind your ass. Now you can screw yourself or your presentation. Bye honey", I cut the call immediately.

I might not care about who I'm working for but when I have something on my hand I'm gonna give my hundred percent, may it be a presentation or a guy.

Now my head's clear. Got it out on someone. I'm usually very calm but Monday morning's get the best of me, so do the rest of the days. I finish my coffee and get a cab to go home crash on my couch with a nice beer, I'm anyway free for the rest of my life until I get a new job.