or, more eloquently stated: my stream of consciousness.
I’m addicted to Amazon.
Incorrect use of apostrophes in work related materials = the death of me. I just….can’t. Not saying that I’m god’s gift to the universe as far as grammar goes (because, like, I’m not) but COME ON. Learn your posessives or don’t ever bother e-mailing me again.
That is all.
I cannot keep my eyes from sliding upwards into my head when companies try to act like they’re so fun because they sit on balls instead of chairs and have ironic office decorations and host a weekly happy hour.
That’s neat and everything, and you shouldn’t have to hate every second of your…
yes yes and YES. work is work. 6 o’clock comes around and I’m like byeeeeee see ya never.
Blerg. So close to being done with this, and Brian stole it from me and hid it because I CAN’T STOP CRYING. Guess watching me weep on the couch isn’t his idea of a fun Saturday night? Weiiiird.
So THIS is what happens to my hair when I don’t brush it before bed! K. Noted.
Yep. This is happening. You’d think after eight years, Id be a little more immune to mice in apts, but nope. Not yet. Not even a little.
What he said.
One week ago today. Take me baaaaackkkk. (Miami).
- What is is about good weather that makes people not want to do any work? At all? For ever? Whateva. I’m rolling with it.
- FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY
- THIS
- FRIDAY
Ummmm, have you guys been here? Just dipped out of the office for a few to pick up some Mother’s Day treats for Momsicle and not only is this place (relatively) cheap, but they have cute stuff too. Impressed.
