fresh-faced new college students are moving into the city and clumsily hitting on me at work. It's the first time they're putting themselves out there. I'm old and therefore have no interest, but I'm collecting them all and building the most uncomfortable book club imaginable.
having summer-pattern S.A.D. is everyone you know only wanting you to come out on truly the worst, most hottest, most unforgiving, most suffocating, claustrophobic days and telling you, "Isn't the weather beautiful!?" bitch, I can't breathe.
i love my older brother but i will never forgive him for the time he helped my parents move across the country while I was in Chicago, and he kept the clothes I wanted thrown out and threw out the clothes I wanted kept. absolute treason. my wardrobe's never recovered honestly
casually obsessed with how in ancient civilizations whenever a bad ruler passed away, the people would just like, destroy all evidence of them, deface all imagery of them. just something to think about. for the future
without waiting to ask, my boss cashed in my paid vacation hours for me before they expire next week. I'm crying. i have money for this month's rent and a healthy work environment I am so rich