I need to let loose.
I feel really pent up, I need a wild night of drinking with some sort of exciting ending, preferably involving fireworks. And maybe, like, a puppy? Or something.
Wil Anderson, on the difference between Australian and American sports; FOFOP Episode 40, The Vaughn Identity (via thebeatingofourhearts)
Oh man my boss was all set to get hella mad at me but he started out with a lie I knew was a lie, so I fucked up his tirade and now he’s just grumbling.
So I decided that the responsible thing to do post work Monday was to get drunk enough to make going to work on Tuesday seem like a good idea. I think I need a new profession, clearly the one where showing up hungover is OK is not working out for me.
I have this new guy at work and I’m baked in his house. It has hippies, a german, and Nintendo 64. Best new hire ever.
Never drink at a pub or you’ll end up with a job as an upholsterer.
Guess who’s working on Saturdays now? Meeee.
There is a girl across from me and she looks like a russian ballerina.
That was literally my first impression tbh.