Sky Blue Pink

It's 4:55am and I'm at work already. The street lights kept turning off as I drove past them, and there's sky blue pink in the sky which was my dad's favourite colour. He never liked sticking to the rules. If this isn't the most poetic thing straight out of a teen rom-com, I don't know what is. I've always said my life is a teen rom-com.

My problem is that with everything ever, I overdramatise it. I even did it just then. "With everything ever?" Unlikely. With a large portion of things. I'm just a massive fan of the old hyperbole. (No, that's not one bigger than the Super Bowl, or an intense kind of Pokéball.)

I have another 5am start tomorrow, I will send updates of pink blue skies and streetlight people then.

Now Playing: a game with KT of trying to figure out what word I wanted to use in place of 'hyperbole'