I’m aggressively hungover (from a work happy hour, so I have to seem fine), and nothing but Garth Brooks, coffee, and sheer willpower is carrying me to lunch.
The sauna/hot tub to cold tub combo confuses your senses enough for a few minutes to prioritize the fact that it thinks you’re literally going to die over your hangover.
Yesterday an exec walked into the break room to find me pouring coffee and singing “Bad and Boujee” to myself, so the last one really hit close to home.
Also, where are all these girls finding wings painted on brick walls to stand in front of and have their picture taken? And are they aware everyone else is doing it too?
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Just make sure you bill the time to “Personal Development”
The edited version of Hustin’ will never not put a smile on my face.
“Who you suckas think you’re trippin with? Yes. I’m the boss.”
Grapefruit, gasoline, and not having the capacity to love or be loved.
This is the most literal time I’ll ever say, “I need this yesterday.”
I’m aggressively hungover (from a work happy hour, so I have to seem fine), and nothing but Garth Brooks, coffee, and sheer willpower is carrying me to lunch.
This comment’s alright. High five.
Don’t sleep on the grocery store steak and lobster sales this week either.
Wrong spot…
Bonus Lesson: If you can’t afford to go Thailand, go to Fort Lauderdale and lie your ass off.
The sauna/hot tub to cold tub combo confuses your senses enough for a few minutes to prioritize the fact that it thinks you’re literally going to die over your hangover.
Sorry, Charlie.
I do the thing you did with SoHo house, but just with regular houses, every other day knowing I’m nowhere close being to able to afford one.
Yesterday an exec walked into the break room to find me pouring coffee and singing “Bad and Boujee” to myself, so the last one really hit close to home.
Also, where are all these girls finding wings painted on brick walls to stand in front of and have their picture taken? And are they aware everyone else is doing it too?
That ceremony positioning was some House of Cards shit.
*nihilistic
…like proofreading.
How about she goes back to New York, and we keep our yoga pants? Win-win
We have bigger “nihlistic threats” to deal with.
If someone doesn’t want to drink the Hamm’s I bring, I don’t want to give them a beer anyways.