Hungover at work is just so so bad. The pain. I’ve never wanted to crawl into a black hole and die more than right now. I will probably say I have a migraine and leave early. I am never going to get promoted.

Also, chicken selects from McDonalds are quite good.

So I’m driving on Manchester bridge and I just saw somebody throw a shoe at this biker guy who was just riding his bike the only day has like a beard is totally like crunchy granola and was just biking home and some of Aldershot him it was so side I wanted to cry until somebody is so tumbling it. Love you!

The working world must be on speed. Because a 9 to 5 is actually a 8:30 to 5:30. And what that actually means is 7 am to 6 pm. Wake up shower put on real clothes that look nice hair makeup make lunch leave arrive 15 minutes late check email sit around design stuff for clients who own weird ass companies talk to coworkers about pop culture and leave… 9 hours later. Repeat on loop for 50 years or win lotto. Which ever comes first.

I do like being financially independent and not fully broke ass. I just want some weekday naptimez.

do the people that get cast on survivor even watch the show? what a boring season. but thanks, Fios TV for putting that entire bitch on demand.

i’ll now continue living my life.

and trying to get interviews at places that aren’t placement agencies. yeah… that happened.

also trying to get interviews to jobs in which i know the location.

mliaj.

but i did make some kickass muffins today.

there’s something creepy about hearing the neighbor’s wind chimes blowing at 3:27 AM. very “strangers” and all.

not really sure what to do with my life now. i guess i’m supposed to get a career and stuff. society is weird. i’m applying for jobs i don’t even want. is there a job i want?

i think i’m going to become a member of the art museum tomorrow.

then buy a shelf for my bathroom.

big day.