One great thing about working in a team of women is that when you unexpectedly bleed through your jeans you get a Greek chorus that wails “fuck off! Go home! Today is a write off!”
Nothing makes me want to take a pen to my own jugular more than [serious voiceover, inspirational music swell, something something sport unites us, voiceover kicks it up a notch, three word slogan].
I don’t get sports but Philly GF means I get drafted into Philly sports content by default, and the Flyers almost had me paying attention to hockey. Then I saw everyone getting emo over the playoffs hype reel and was immediately reminded why I’m not a sports guy.
Exiting Turnstile yesterday we walked past a kid complaining that “the pit was full of 90 zillion over thirties… gross!!!” And look, the way I’m complaining about my neck this morning… sure, yeah
My New Year’s Day has been perfect in the sense that an extremely hot gay man pulled me aside on the dance floor to tell me that he was a hairdresser and that my haircut was good and that I was pretty.