A man (a man!) is watching The Princess Bride for me rn (while I watch too) and I feel like I’m about to get myself into an attraction that will severely inconvenience me
I had a bad week (like I got in a fight with someone 2 management grades above me and also got in a fight with a director report, bad) and now I also have to be reminded that I’m old (I graduated college 10 years ago)
I’m having a really bad time at work but I can’t even go outside and cry in my car about it because I got a flat tire this morning and my car is at a fucking shop.
If I had a nickel for every time someone I slept with was featured on a local billboard I would have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.
The first thing I ate in the new year was an onion cup (with stuff in it). It was my first onion cup ever and I was scared but Courtney Cook was right that shit slaps
My BAC teetered right over the edge at the exact moment I entered the Epcot Norway pavilion, just enough to start crying about my (late, Norwegian) grandma