

Then, I just chilled at baby-san's house and ate some torta. Then it was off to work, where I didn't really want to be at. That is where everything fell apart and my good day turned out to be gloomy. I'm just fed up with working so hard without any type of good job, or any type of acknowledgement. I'm not trying to fish for anything, but it sure would turn my day around and make it a brighter, enthusiastic day. And to add to my gloomy day, I was a bit sad that I was unable to pick up those Jordan Mocha III's that I have been longing for.
And that is where lunch stepped in. Yul and I, and his brother from another mother, Brandon ate at this restaurant called Pho Cadao. I finished my bowl of Pho as usual while Yul didn't complete for the second time. Close, but no cigar. His pal Brandon did alright for his first time, but there's still no excuse for not finishing it. Tsk tsk fellas...next time finish your food.

Then, it was back to work where I was unable to perform for about an hour. I swear Yul and I were just chillen at Returns with our carts of go-backs. I could not move because I had thee biggest stomach cramp. Anyways, the night turned out to be sunny at the end, even if the night ended up dark.
I got off work and called baby-san because she was hungry. So I bought her some food from Carl's Jr. Guess what I ordered? The Double Teriyaki Burger Combo. It was awesome!! Can't believe I had room in my tummy for it. Then when I got home, i searched NikeTalk for the Mocha III's, but came out to be in a size 11.5, a half size bigger. So I turned to InstyleShoes and guess what...to my luck, I was able to locate a member who was looking to trade of sell for the right offer. So to my instincts, I replied to his message with a list of shoes I would trade if he didn't want cash, or a combination of both. Hopefully, I'll be able to steal these off of his hands because they're looking super d duper clean.
Take a look for yourself:




Hopefully, this time I'll get em.
"Gotta Catch Em' All..." -Pokemon
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