A baby barfs on their clothes & everyone stops & runs to the rescue. I barf on my clothes & everybody boos & says I need to "leave the bar."
"'Succession' without writers is just 'The Apprentice,' and look how THAT worked out," reads a sign from the writers picket line in Hollywood. https://t.co/2mx1TyHf1T
I feel this multiple times per day:
Oh, that’s a cute [neon sweat outfit]! What could I need more in this time of nothingness than a [sweat outfit]? *Swipe up* Oh damn, just the [sweatshirt] is [any price above free but always $125]? Wow. Like I’m made of money. Rude. Goodbye.
I was screamed at, over the phone, by a woman when I told her we wouldn’t kick her out of the restaurant I work for at any particular time & my low bun is being held together by a toothpick still in the plastic. How’s your day?
Mom: About tomorrow morning.
Me: I signed up for both exercise classes.
Mom: Here’s how it’s going to go. When you get up, don’t step, glide your feet. We can’t wake her. (Points to the dog) We will sneak down the stairs, out the front door and quietly. You drive.
I was having anxiety attack so I sat with my Dad who had on @TheEllenShow’s “Relatable.” I laughed so hard I simply forgot to be anxious. Then, immediately after the remote died & a preview for Birdbox autoplayed full screen. Now I’m trying to locate a single working battery like