brat-mobile...

I think I poured so much these past few days examining things, that I am now on the flip side—punchy as all get out. You know the feeling, a little tough to focus, leaning towards the preference of hopping in the car and driving through the countryside as opposed to sitting at work. Yup, now we are talking my kind of day! Needless to say I did get that drive, albeit on the highway heading home… I still felt free, spinning the greatest hits of Linkin’ Park and Limp Bizkit, pushing my

brat-mobile: to the limits of her 1.3 liter engine

astonishingly at 140 km/hour. And then it hit me, I have been an impish brat today! Hence the name of my car…

The tone at work was pretty much the same—all feeling like rats in a cage on a sunny Tuesday. Yet it is that productive, silly banter combined with innocuous flirting amongst co-workers that got me through the day. Then again, the pilot was in full effect, so maybe I am just coming around to the part of blissful entropy that is soon to morph into the silence of normalcy…

Regardless, aren’t these kind of days fun? I view what transpired at work as maintenance, keeping the wheels spinning. We are teasing one another, having fun only to head home in the exhilarating drive on the highway to something new.

And at the end of it all, I still have my *boyfriend*… I think! Well, you tell me—I left a post-it note on his computer screen, asking:

do you like me?

 yes
 no
 maybe


Later in the day, it was returned to my screen, all three boxes checked. Huh.

Yes, the goofy days of having a crush do exist, even in our perceived adulthood. At least this time we do not have to pass notes in class or beg our best-friend-forever to be the messenger, just wait until they leave their desk and commence the ambush (not too entirely different from when we were, oh, 8 years old…). It is healthy exchanges like these that we should embrace and use to fuel our spirits.

question: which box would you check?