I have found that people find it jarring when I take responsibility for my fuck ups.
I am about to apply for a super cool position at what seems to be a super cool company. But.
Why is it so goddamn difficult to get a prescription for amphetamine?? This is AMERICA.
It seems I may have ADD/ADHD.
I didn’t realize until I’d opened it that it’s not even 11:00 am here.
How about that.
I guess. Right now I’m watching Parks and Rec, which cheers me up immensely, and trying to come up with an OkCupid user name.
I am not thrilled.
I just tattled on a coworker and then scampered off to lunch.
I am burning out.
Yep. Today I am the shitty coworker.
It has destroyed my entire life.
I happened to pick up a copy of Station Eleven yesterday and didn’t realize until I got home that it’s the UK version.
Well. It’s kinda weird.
My dog needs to have his wiener looked at.
I often think about how much money I spend on my animals.
I feel like puking.
I am kind of sort of a very rigid-thinking person. I know it is irritating to people when I can’t be flexible but there you have it. I am uptight.
My dog often gets mistaken for a girl, and I know it’s only because he is small (and admittedly very dainty). It’s always people with big dogs who think he’s a girl, too. Like...you know small dogs have to reproduce the same way as big dogs, right? Right??
The fact that I am at work, and the fact that you are a man, will not keep me from raising my voice right back to you when you raise your voice at me. Also? Don’t fucking interrupt me. The things I am saying to you are much more important than the things you are saying to me.