Euphoria

We are called the “Three lady”. Grammatically wrong I know, but it represents Kim, GG and me. Once we went to order pizza from Ricciotti Italian Cafe and on our takeaway receipt it is written, “Three lady”. Yea.

It's not the label that makes us but how we spent the past five months together. We just get along well and times is almost always filled with ecstatic, cackling laughter; we share moments of woes and cheer one another on. We wouldn't have pulled through those tough times at work without one another. Two lady, thanks for being such a gift to me. Thank God for you.

We just spent an evening chilling out together, filling up tanks sufficient to make up a week's worth to compensate the lack thereof during work. And I miss them already...