I was also down in Orlando this week, for Universal Studios instead of Disney, but one of my wife’s friends offered to get me into Disney for free so we could drink around the world, too. I opted for the cheaper option of “get a sixer of something nice and fall asleep by the pool with pizza resting on your stomach.”
“Fake it til you make it” has been my motto since I was about 15. It’s gotten me through college and grad school, several relationships, and more jobs than I’m proud to admit, all because I shine false confidence out my ass. It’s gotten to the point that I can’t tell if I’m fake confident or actually confident most of the time.
Everything sucks and we’re all going to die. Happy fucking Wednesday! Good article, though. Makes me long for the glory days of being 21 and not hurting all the time or always being at least a little tired.
I thought “yas” was just a thing people said on tumblr to be annoying and weird, then I heard a girl say it in real life and I swear I almost punched her right in the mouth.
Not everything can have gender roles reversed. Dudes wearing a sundress? Not so much. Ladies with mustaches? Hard pass. Earrings on guys? Almost as bad as nipple piercings.
Fried eggs on avocado toast is my healthy solution. Mimosas and the greasiest concoction I can find within two miles of my house is my preferred solution.
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I was also down in Orlando this week, for Universal Studios instead of Disney, but one of my wife’s friends offered to get me into Disney for free so we could drink around the world, too. I opted for the cheaper option of “get a sixer of something nice and fall asleep by the pool with pizza resting on your stomach.”
Are you, though?
I’m ridiculously excited to see climbing added. Watch a bouldering competition on YouTube, those folks do some insane stuff.
“Fake it til you make it” has been my motto since I was about 15. It’s gotten me through college and grad school, several relationships, and more jobs than I’m proud to admit, all because I shine false confidence out my ass. It’s gotten to the point that I can’t tell if I’m fake confident or actually confident most of the time.
Everything sucks and we’re all going to die. Happy fucking Wednesday! Good article, though. Makes me long for the glory days of being 21 and not hurting all the time or always being at least a little tired.
Stay at a bar for the entire week and ask the bartender to rotate through channels.
*nothing
Confirmed: Tay has zero chill.
I thought “yas” was just a thing people said on tumblr to be annoying and weird, then I heard a girl say it in real life and I swear I almost punched her right in the mouth.
Well, these guys did it. They invented a drinking game that would make me think “you know, I think I’ll pass on the beer.”
Man, I’d definitely rather dream about work than spiders.
Not everything can have gender roles reversed. Dudes wearing a sundress? Not so much. Ladies with mustaches? Hard pass. Earrings on guys? Almost as bad as nipple piercings.
Only person that wants you to have a pierced nip is the director of the gay-for-pay porn you’ll be starring in.
We discussed it at the last meeting. We’re pretty thrilled.
If you’ve got your loans paid off, you’ve got your shit together much more than most of us married homeowners.
Well I just had to explain to my boss what was so funny, so… thanks for that one.
And your parents are disappointed in you, too. Not because of the snapchat thing, just… in general.
I think that goes without saying.
Fried eggs on avocado toast is my healthy solution. Mimosas and the greasiest concoction I can find within two miles of my house is my preferred solution.