How am I supposed to start a story? My name? My past? My dream in life? Hah. Well let me start with something a little more interesting..
"IIIIIIIMMMMN GONNNA SWIIIIIIIIING FROM THE CHANDILEEEEER FROM THE CHANDELIEEEEEER" In my opinion, the best motivation for day is singing in the lshower. When I was about 1 and a half years old my mother told me that my singing made her happy and I will never stop singing because I know she wouldn't want me to. I start every single day with a song that means a lot to me. Today the song was "Chandelier" by Josh Richards. It's so inspirational that I tear up every time I hear song. Not today though, nothing will stop me from being happy today.
My lifelong dream will be fulfilled today. All I want in life is sell bagu0ettes. Today I'm putting baguettes up for sale in my bakery. I've been working on this recipe for 50 years and I'm only 19. I hope they are as suoercalifragilisticexpialidocious as I think they are.
I finish my shower and do my hair and pit on my outfit for the day. Then I make my way towards the stairs. I began walking down the stairs when an image of Louis Partridge flashed in my mind. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped all the way down the stairs. Literally. I tumbled down all 4,358 stairs while still daydreaming about that hot man. After about 30 minutes, I hit the bottom floor with a WHAP. I stood up like nothing happened.
I walked into my bakery and said "good morning" I don't know why though. I think it's cause I get lonely lol. :/ Well yeah so I walk into the kitchen and place all of my baguettes onto the counter and preheat the oven. It kinda smells like burnt ass though. Probably because I accidentally burned 45 dorito muphins last night. It will be okay all I need is my Swovo EPA List Approved Disinfecting Wipes, Case of 1,920 Wipes. I'll clean out the entire oven before I open.
Alright oven clean now, the baguettes are in oven and it's time to start the day. Well not exactly I've already started the day but we'll continue the day. I walk over to the door flip the closed sign to open, and now we wait for customers to be in presence of my ass >:).
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Me, Myself, and My Bagguette
RomanceI've only always had myself and my bakery. Well that is until he came into my life.