Fuck this hurts. It has been a pleasure reading along. Thank you for giving me something to do instead of actual work for the majority of my college career and my first year of postgrad.
“Why didn’t you come to the team dinner on Thursday?” Uh I don’t know maybe because I spend upwards of 10 hours a day with you and any more time together might drive me to make a news headline. I do my job, you do yours. I can’t understand the incessant need to bond.
It’s not really a social media offense but simply letting someone else on social media drive you insane. This isn’t an attack on Katie or her article, great post. It made me think about how my girlfriend follows people and whenever they post it’s “GOD SHE IS SO ANNOYING” or “She needs to get over herself.” Just unfollow them. Why allow something that has nothing to do with you affect your mood
I’ve brought in coffee and muffins several times, unfortunately the only thing they want me to bring in is a birth certificate that says I’m 20+ years older than I actually am
I wish I could relate. You don’t have work friends because you just don’t and that’s okay. I don’t have work friends because I’m pretty sure they all hate me
I don’t know about Nashville but I know in Tampa, the bouncers don’t like it when you pass out drunk during a lap dance. That’s all the advice I have to give
Better yet fill a pan with beeswax and set it near your front door. On your way to work with the to-go jar in your left, coffee in your right, and just slam your face into the pan for a quick, easy apply without missing a step.
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Fuck this hurts. It has been a pleasure reading along. Thank you for giving me something to do instead of actual work for the majority of my college career and my first year of postgrad.
“Should we get some coffee?”
“Sure…where?”
“Why didn’t you come to the team dinner on Thursday?” Uh I don’t know maybe because I spend upwards of 10 hours a day with you and any more time together might drive me to make a news headline. I do my job, you do yours. I can’t understand the incessant need to bond.
It’s not really a social media offense but simply letting someone else on social media drive you insane. This isn’t an attack on Katie or her article, great post. It made me think about how my girlfriend follows people and whenever they post it’s “GOD SHE IS SO ANNOYING” or “She needs to get over herself.” Just unfollow them. Why allow something that has nothing to do with you affect your mood
I ran a half marathon one time and I went so slow that all the pizza was gone at the finish. Haven’t really ran since
Nobody loves Texas like Texas loves Texas.
Holiday spirit running absolutely rampant through Atlanta
It’s honestly not as bad as you would think
Or just an exploding ink package I guess
Mail yourself a bag of that Spaniel’s shit and a note that says “Go fuck yourself” and then change your way of receiving mail
I’ve brought in coffee and muffins several times, unfortunately the only thing they want me to bring in is a birth certificate that says I’m 20+ years older than I actually am
I wish I could relate. You don’t have work friends because you just don’t and that’s okay. I don’t have work friends because I’m pretty sure they all hate me
Literally was looking at this last night and thought about giving it a go but I held up. As of tonight, the go will be given.
I don’t know about Nashville but I know in Tampa, the bouncers don’t like it when you pass out drunk during a lap dance. That’s all the advice I have to give
I say if someone attempts to decorate for Christmas before Thanksgiving, you forfeit your ticket and no longer get to partake in turkey day.
Better yet fill a pan with beeswax and set it near your front door. On your way to work with the to-go jar in your left, coffee in your right, and just slam your face into the pan for a quick, easy apply without missing a step.
Ole Genesee river water
Someone legit put their gmail account as their username and I about pissed
“No wait. Take it out. Try it again. Just give me one moment. Okay, insert again.”
All too familiar in the Adams household…
Being that I have recently seen some post-it note messages on dorm windows on the internet lately…Horse girl=Sup?
Oh dear God…that is my ex’s mother to a T. I need a drink just reading that. Todd run, run while you still can