First off, I am hungover as shit so don’t type so loud.
My day will consist of the exact same donkey piss that I’ve swallowed for the past week. I know that today I’ll have to deal with Steve, who will be overly friendly since he organized last nights office outing and due to the fact that we’re the same age, he confuses the difference between “peer” and “friend.” He’ll bust in the room in an all too cheery manner (which automatically tells me he’s full of shit because nobody is that happy this early), and say something along the lines of “what’s up bud?”
Fuck. No. Steve needs to take about 20% off and also fuck off. I will embrace the coffee beginning to stain my teeth instead of punching his l, and simply grunt my response. Last I checked, nobody got called bud unless you were talking down to them or taking them for a walk on a leash. I’m not a fucking dog.
Serious recommendation (since you can’t get your phone line to work): Black Mirror. I had to pause each episode at least once or twice so I could audibly say “fuuuuuuuuuck.” Hands down the most well-made show I have ever seen.
Disclaimer: the show is done in M*A*S*H style in that each episode is completely independent of each other. SKIP THE FIRST TWO EPISODES.
My life is monotony. The phrase “day in, day out” has never before rung so true (which is funny considering the fact that I am in a supposedly exciting line of work).
Wake up. Be mad that I have to wake up. Coffee. Drive. Coffee whilst resisting the urge to kill. Fuck up some spreadsheets. Bullshit my way through a meeting. Coffee. Shit. Coffee and chew ass. Lunch. Zone out for two hours. Coffee and dip. Little more work. Drive home. Go for a run. Pound canes and bourbon.
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First off, I am hungover as shit so don’t type so loud.
My day will consist of the exact same donkey piss that I’ve swallowed for the past week. I know that today I’ll have to deal with Steve, who will be overly friendly since he organized last nights office outing and due to the fact that we’re the same age, he confuses the difference between “peer” and “friend.” He’ll bust in the room in an all too cheery manner (which automatically tells me he’s full of shit because nobody is that happy this early), and say something along the lines of “what’s up bud?”
Fuck. No. Steve needs to take about 20% off and also fuck off. I will embrace the coffee beginning to stain my teeth instead of punching his l, and simply grunt my response. Last I checked, nobody got called bud unless you were talking down to them or taking them for a walk on a leash. I’m not a fucking dog.
Episode 3 will make you want to text your SO and say you love them.
Serious recommendation (since you can’t get your phone line to work): Black Mirror. I had to pause each episode at least once or twice so I could audibly say “fuuuuuuuuuck.” Hands down the most well-made show I have ever seen.
Disclaimer: the show is done in M*A*S*H style in that each episode is completely independent of each other. SKIP THE FIRST TWO EPISODES.
Unless you wanna see a grown man fuck a pig.
My life is monotony. The phrase “day in, day out” has never before rung so true (which is funny considering the fact that I am in a supposedly exciting line of work).
Wake up. Be mad that I have to wake up. Coffee. Drive. Coffee whilst resisting the urge to kill. Fuck up some spreadsheets. Bullshit my way through a meeting. Coffee. Shit. Coffee and chew ass. Lunch. Zone out for two hours. Coffee and dip. Little more work. Drive home. Go for a run. Pound canes and bourbon.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Canes with bourbon in the lemonade.
Yeah I went full caniac today. Worth it. The fiancé is away for a long while so I’m soaking up the filth and eating like absolute shit.
If you haven’t put bourbon in canes lemonade yet, you are downright fucking wrong.
Canes with bourbon in the lemonade.
Oh yeah bro VT PC here
Get outta here with this whole “my life is put together” bullshit.
Kidding. Kinda.
Just a box today. Never get sick of it.
Air Force?
Canes with bourbon in the lemonade
He’s got some real anger issues, man. Coming from me.
It’s your dads fault, dude.
ROSS. Why in the royal MOTHER FUCK do you like to give me to happy feels in the morning and then thROW THIS SHIT AT ME SO THAT I BECOME PARANOID?!
“Lit” should only be said by ho—oh wait. You’re good.
Canes with bourbon in the lemonade.
Yesssssssss
You’re doing God’s work, Bolen.
You got bamboozled, bro.