Sorry I haven't posted in two days, but there was 1) the Most Depressing Day of the Year Party, 2) sleeping a mere (but glorious) two hours, 3) the return of one of my favorite people yesterday [Sontag] and then 4) a very f-d up day idag.
The highlight of the day would quite precisely be when Bobby of Christie's (who is not so fond of Ricky Bobby references, regardless of fake French or trailertrashinato accents) said, "Kids. I don't know. The juice boxes really get to me. I mean, they reeeeally get to me. Juice boxes." [Shudder.] We feel you, RB. Shake n' bake.
This was a higher point than the start of my workday with the statement from my soon-to-be-ex-boss, "I can't afford to keep you, but if we were dating then I couldn't let you go." Have I mentioned the horph reflex? Mmm'ya. That.
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You know, you may be just a single lawsuit away from not needing that job or any other job for a good long while. Seriously, sue the fucker.
Ew! You didn't tell me that part! That guy needs to be booted with extreme prejudice. Ick ick ick.
Ya, didn't seem wise while still in presence to go into detail. Plus, there's wanting to never have to relive it ever again.
Big Fun!
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