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 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