What’s the worst thing that could happen? The response could be “don’t bother me kid, I’m not interested.” Right? So why not reach out?

I don’t need advice, I need a bloody miracle.

Stop being so bloody overheated, October. You aren’t menopausal.

I get that you’re completely checked out of your job because you got screwed, but you’re making more work for me, and it’s kind of pissing me off. You’re still here. Do what you’re being paid to do.

God forbid you should be bothered to learn anyone’s proper name.

The Jennifers are NOT interchangeable.

There is literally nothing left to do but throw my hands up and watch this place burn to the ground. Figuratively burn. Figuratively.

Your using of that horrible air freshener is passive aggressive bitchery and it makes you an asshole. You know it’s a migraine trigger for me. I’ve asked you not to use it. Using it just makes you a dick. I’m done with you.

I should have joined the military. I would have been a phenomenal general.

It’d be so great if women would stop telling me I’m not allowed to worry about my son being falsely accused of sexual assault.

I went back to biting my tongue for a long long time. Starting to get sick of the taste of blood again.


It’s sort of like a dead letter office, really.

Am I missing something here?

Yeah, grinded isn’t a word, Reason.

Haven’t done a book post in a while.

Wow, totally forgot this post altogether for the last few hours. Oops.

I wonder if anyone would notice if I just took a nap. I’m guessing no. If it wasn’t raining, I’d just go down to Biggby for an hour or so.

This nail file has about had it.

I really need to shave my legs.

According to Ayurvedic principles, I’m not remotely healthy.

I’m excited for the Supernatural return tomorrow.

I had to unfollow Jared Padalecki’s wife on Instagram. Talk about privilege. That chick is as out of touch with reality as Gwyneth Paltrow.

“The real heroes are the real heroes.”

Why did she go to a Norm Macdonald show in the first place?

I think the temperature might be dropping a bit.

Tomorrow’s going to be cold. Yay!

Lovely lovely rain.

I’m so hungry right now.

I’ve had my shoes off for most of the day.

Honestly. What’s appealing about mushy peas?

The only right answer here is “nothing.”

I started out as a journalism major. It’s not that hard to go back to it.

I should probably lock the doors.

You don’t have to go home …