Now hold on, there is some sort of voodoo magic in New York pizza. I used to make fun of everyone I knew from New York (friends, family, my ex girlfriend of two years) who would spout the exact same “NEW YORK PIZZA IS JUST BETTER OKAY BECAUSE THERES WATER AND HISTORY AND BLAH BLAH BLAH” shit until I finally went to New York and tried it. It is, actually, just better.
There, Kathryn. I admitted it. That’s the one thing I did wrong during our relationship, was not admitting that New York pizza is just better.
Got chewed out by my boss today, feeling totally overwhelmed by my to do list. Please tell me next week’s version is “things girls do after graduation: get hit by a truck”
As long as we’re both gainfully employed and we don’t despise our jobs and we’re not living in a cardboard box, I really don’t care how much me or my future spouse is making. The final nail in the coffin from my last relationship was my ex complaining endlessly about her coworkers and how much she hated them. That’s at least half of what she said to me, right before I dumped her. I want to be a provider, I absolutely do, but I work in an artistic industry where people don’t necessarily want to pay me a ton of money, and couldn’t imagine leaving right now. The possibility that she might make more than me is simply always going to be on the table.
I have to interview some people, pretend that I care who I’m interviewing in a few weeks, and then sign up for the gym after work. Gotta go shed some more weight and be alright with what I’m seeing when I look in the mirror. oh, and I WILL PROBABLY SET AN OFFICE RECORD FOR CUPS OF COFFEE DRANK IN ONE DAY. LETS GET IT.
Once had a girl break up with me by telling me that I was “acting too much like a boyfriend” after we’d been seeing each other for a month and gone on a bunch of real dates. Girl was a few years younger than me, and clearly not over her ex. She then got super mad when I started dating someone who I thought actually was over her ex a few weeks later (spoiler alert, she wasn’t). Anyway, point is, sometimes, they really aren’t ready for a relationship. And that’s nobody’s fault.
Okay, lets get one thing straight: anyone pissed at a commercial that isn’t outright racist or sexist or homophobic needs to get over themselves. If someone doesn’t like the idea that you can sing “America the beautiful” in a language other than english, they can move to Somalia.
IM GOING TO FINISH A 10 MINUTE LONG ANIMATION FOR WORK AND AN 8 PAGE (single spaced) PROFILE ON BEING A JOURNALIST IN PANAMA FOR CLASS. GONNA HOPEFULLY BE A DAY OF CLOSING.
Between work, school, and homework, I’ve been working 12 hour days all week. 5PM TONIGHT I WALK OUT OF THE OFFICE AND GET SO DRUNK I FORGET MY OWN NAME
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I’ve never identified with her so much until now.
Whiskey, we are all anonymous internet strangers and it should stay that way. Meeting people from the internet is weird.
I had a terrible weekend, I couldn’t solve the crossword puzzle in the Sunday paper. That is some scaries inducing material.
By which you mean you were the one administering said blowie? Nothing wrong with that.
#TeamClaire Cmon Todd, we’re counting on you.
Okay this is great and all, but Girl is going to completely abuse the “technically you’re still together” part of the break, whereas Todd will not.
Now hold on, there is some sort of voodoo magic in New York pizza. I used to make fun of everyone I knew from New York (friends, family, my ex girlfriend of two years) who would spout the exact same “NEW YORK PIZZA IS JUST BETTER OKAY BECAUSE THERES WATER AND HISTORY AND BLAH BLAH BLAH” shit until I finally went to New York and tried it. It is, actually, just better.
There, Kathryn. I admitted it. That’s the one thing I did wrong during our relationship, was not admitting that New York pizza is just better.
Got chewed out by my boss today, feeling totally overwhelmed by my to do list. Please tell me next week’s version is “things girls do after graduation: get hit by a truck”
As long as we’re both gainfully employed and we don’t despise our jobs and we’re not living in a cardboard box, I really don’t care how much me or my future spouse is making. The final nail in the coffin from my last relationship was my ex complaining endlessly about her coworkers and how much she hated them. That’s at least half of what she said to me, right before I dumped her. I want to be a provider, I absolutely do, but I work in an artistic industry where people don’t necessarily want to pay me a ton of money, and couldn’t imagine leaving right now. The possibility that she might make more than me is simply always going to be on the table.
I have to interview some people, pretend that I care who I’m interviewing in a few weeks, and then sign up for the gym after work. Gotta go shed some more weight and be alright with what I’m seeing when I look in the mirror. oh, and I WILL PROBABLY SET AN OFFICE RECORD FOR CUPS OF COFFEE DRANK IN ONE DAY. LETS GET IT.
Once had a girl break up with me by telling me that I was “acting too much like a boyfriend” after we’d been seeing each other for a month and gone on a bunch of real dates. Girl was a few years younger than me, and clearly not over her ex. She then got super mad when I started dating someone who I thought actually was over her ex a few weeks later (spoiler alert, she wasn’t). Anyway, point is, sometimes, they really aren’t ready for a relationship. And that’s nobody’s fault.
GONNA HELP A FRATERNITY BROTHER EDIT HIS FIRST SCREENPLAY WHILE PRETENDING TO DO WORK IN MY CUBICLE. LETS GET THIS BROTHERHOOD.
Okay, lets get one thing straight: anyone pissed at a commercial that isn’t outright racist or sexist or homophobic needs to get over themselves. If someone doesn’t like the idea that you can sing “America the beautiful” in a language other than english, they can move to Somalia.
IM GOING TO FINISH A 10 MINUTE LONG ANIMATION FOR WORK AND AN 8 PAGE (single spaced) PROFILE ON BEING A JOURNALIST IN PANAMA FOR CLASS. GONNA HOPEFULLY BE A DAY OF CLOSING.
Between work, school, and homework, I’ve been working 12 hour days all week. 5PM TONIGHT I WALK OUT OF THE OFFICE AND GET SO DRUNK I FORGET MY OWN NAME
Wednesday rules? As in, Wednesdays are for Claire? #TeamClaire
last person I dated was actually a news girl. She dumped me. I was very happy I don’t have cable.
Dominos??? Quinn, have some pride in your city and get jumbo slice while trashed, like a normal person in this city.
Have a meeting with my bank in about 15 minutes to finally get my Roth IRA started. I feel like such a responsible adult.
…She never connected the dots that Claire from Halloween and Claire from the Derby are the same Claire? Todd’s too smart for her. #TeamClaire