I came into work all bummed about life choices and relationships and all these other intrapersonal issues that have welled up in the past 12 hours, but as I passed the front desk all my favorite employees yelled at me, in a sort of South Atlanta Greek Chorus way, to wake up.
They thought I was hungover, so they gave me a grilled hot dog for breakfast.
We are a weird little family.
I’ve been called a lot of pet names, but my least favorite so far is “Mama.”
In case you were wondering, before today, my least favorite was when a guy insisted on calling me “shawty.”
Mama. Mama. MAMA. Like, I don’t even get how that’s supposed to make me feel good.
I just had two different people ask me what my name was, then get huffy when I didn’t give my full name at first.
Get a job with a small business. Not only will the dress code be more lax (very helpful in the summer in Georgia), but they’ll also shut down early on July 3rd, effectively giving you 2 paid holidays in the middle of the week.
“I bought 7 vintage books earlier and now I can’t decide which one to read. UGH”
This is Bryon imitating someone we kind of know and making me snort-laugh and clap. I can think of about three of you who will appreciate this.
What a delightful person (s)/he must be