I need a really good Naked Bud dupe. Life without it is so hollow and meaningless.
- I complain about the cold in the office so much that my manager got me a (massive) fleece to stop me from dying.
- In light of today’s indyref vote my team-mates brought in Irn Bru, Tunnocks teacakes, shortbread and whatnot and it was adorbz.
- Got told that I’m “really professional” and got so flustered and embarrassed by it that this observation is probably no longer valid.
- Work’s dead good and it’s pretty much the best thing I’ve got going for me at the moment. (That’s so lame/rad/whatever).