Hmm … timing is of the essence.
Who in the world gave you permission to disturb my lonely? At the very moment when I was jingling my bells to some motivational music, you …
You came knocking at my door, innocently asking for sugar.
“Sure thing, I have plenty of that to spare”
Little did I know, that I’d be knocking on your door for some eggs days later.
“Mind if I steal an egg or two, I’m baking some sugary goodies”
Distant friends, we were, as we met years yonder. To my surprise, we would be neighboring individuals in the years to come, only to foster a delectable friendship.
… Or so I thought …
A friendship between two very successful individuals whose goals are to accomplish more goals than the average person could imagine. A friendship consisting of two very independent individuals whose need for another person is beyond minimal. A friendship fostered by two very similar individuals with opposing, yet similar, positions.
AS IF timing could be anymore perfect for the two to become friends (-_-) .
“Where the hell did you come from?”
“Real or not real?”
“The feelings are mutual”
Wait, there’s more. Now merging our ingredients is a “thing,” making the friendship more appetizing. Relationships are like ingredients; some ingredients make some of the most flavorful dishes while the collision of other ingredients are capable of creating some horrific monstrosities.
Chemistry happens in the kitchen my good people. Some ingredients go together and others should probably
not be combined.
I mean, let this sink for a moment:
Oil and Water : “They Separate”
Oil + Water + Fire: “WATCH OUT”
Bahahaaa, I’m outtie. Time to try and bake a cake. Guess I have to borrow some eggs again. (^_^)
- Julio Caezar