Coworker let slip yesterday that she thinks I’m “cheating” at work by drinking coffee. Don’t have the heart to break it to her that caffeine is probably the tamest PED going around the office. Sad!
Plan to spend the 8-9am time slot sitting quietly in my office, brainstorming ways to forget the image of my lifelong friend getting a blowie from his girlfriend in my kitchen. I walked in at the wrong time. I saw to much. I still don’t know how to handle it
It’s a classic. Tour de force for Jeff Bridges. Recommend seeing it at least once. Seems like the comment section is out for your blood today, deFries. Maybe it’s time to offer up a sacrifice. Duda?
I’m going to throw the challenge flag on this take. I think GIFs are a valuable part of the repertoire. They can communicate, very quickly, a wide range of emotions that would be really awkward to try to type out
With Gonzaga’s loss, I have fallen to second place in our office pool. I am the first loser. As such, I will be drowning my sorrows in some High Brew while I wait for all the shit I’ve talked to bite me in the ass
Going to a seafood place tonight for a client wine and dine. The last half hour of my day will be devoted to figuring out what I order from the raw bar. Feeling blessed
Villanova really screwed the pooch over the weekend, which means I’m going to be fending off snide bracket comments from my colleagues all week. Planning to drown my sorrows tonight in a few lime-a-ritas
Nothing particularly exciting on the agenda. Had dinner with a friend in investment banking last night. After hearing more about his lifestyle, you couldn’t pay me enough to be in that industry. Nightmarish
It’s St. Patrick’s day in Boston, Ross. That means, after the closing bell, I’m going to have A drink. Just one, because I’m all for moderation. Just one, 375ml drink of whisky
The neighbors are classical musicians who are always practicing on the weekends when I’m trying to sleep. If it freaked them out, I’m just returning fire
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I’m thinking she may be a closet Latter Day Saints person. She has family in Utah. Very suspicious
Coworker let slip yesterday that she thinks I’m “cheating” at work by drinking coffee. Don’t have the heart to break it to her that caffeine is probably the tamest PED going around the office. Sad!
I started getting the scaries just reading about all of this
Cheesy gordita crunch, here I come
Plan to spend the 8-9am time slot sitting quietly in my office, brainstorming ways to forget the image of my lifelong friend getting a blowie from his girlfriend in my kitchen. I walked in at the wrong time. I saw to much. I still don’t know how to handle it
It’s a classic. Tour de force for Jeff Bridges. Recommend seeing it at least once. Seems like the comment section is out for your blood today, deFries. Maybe it’s time to offer up a sacrifice. Duda?
…or the ubiquity of The Big Lebowski
I’m going to throw the challenge flag on this take. I think GIFs are a valuable part of the repertoire. They can communicate, very quickly, a wide range of emotions that would be really awkward to try to type out
If you’re doing it for time, you bet it does
Someone with a doctorate in statistics disappointed their parents putting this study together
The amount of Duda takes we’ve been getting recently is making me uncomfortable. Not sure if in a good way or bad way yet
With Gonzaga’s loss, I have fallen to second place in our office pool. I am the first loser. As such, I will be drowning my sorrows in some High Brew while I wait for all the shit I’ve talked to bite me in the ass
Going to a seafood place tonight for a client wine and dine. The last half hour of my day will be devoted to figuring out what I order from the raw bar. Feeling blessed
Villanova really screwed the pooch over the weekend, which means I’m going to be fending off snide bracket comments from my colleagues all week. Planning to drown my sorrows tonight in a few lime-a-ritas
Nothing particularly exciting on the agenda. Had dinner with a friend in investment banking last night. After hearing more about his lifestyle, you couldn’t pay me enough to be in that industry. Nightmarish
It’s St. Patrick’s day in Boston, Ross. That means, after the closing bell, I’m going to have A drink. Just one, because I’m all for moderation. Just one, 375ml drink of whisky
The neighbors are classical musicians who are always practicing on the weekends when I’m trying to sleep. If it freaked them out, I’m just returning fire
You’re welcome!
Discovered Spotify’s “Songs to Sing In the Shower” playlist. Currently rocking “All Star” by Smash Mouth, so I’d say today is off to a great start
Good god did this comment make me unexpectedly sad