It’s about time for some of this layin’ about in fields malarky, don’tcha think?
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My brain is weird.
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No Restrictions is just the best.
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If wearing velvet to work is wrong then fuck you, I guess.
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“You have one unread DM.”
At the end of March, Ryan posted this beautiful piece on Twitter’s inability to actually remember you have actually read all of your direct messages.
Soon after, I began to send him DMs once a day.
“You have one unread DM.”
“You have one unread DM.”
“You have one unread DM.”
“You have one unread DM.”
At first he responded with pleasant vitriol. But eventually, he seemed to just ignore them. I gave up sending them after about a week.
Then one day, he sent me a text:
“You have one unread DM.”
I laughed. But life went on.
This morning, I was sitting at my desk, working away. From behind me, I heard someone walking into the room. I then heard several of my coworkers say things like “Oh! So pretty!” “They’re beautiful!” “Are they for me?”
Suddenly, our receptionist was at my desk. I looked up and saw her holding a giant bouquet of flowers. On the bouquet was a card. The envelope read “JASON SWEENEY”.
Everyone gathered around as I opened the card.
This is what it said:
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Happy 30th Anniversary to my mommy and daddy!
This picture was taken at their wedding, where all the guests (less than ten people - one of whom was a belly dancer) were wearing jeans and five dogs were in attendance.
They have set the bar pretty high when it comes to loving, respectful relationships. Also when it comes to just being awesome.
I am a lucky daughter.
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Drinking all day Sunday = me falling asleep at 9pm (or maybe even earlier), waking up at 2am, and now it’s 5.30am. Today is going to suck.
On the bright side, Wednesday is a public holiday. Not sure why that matters to me, since I don’t work on Wednesdays anyway.
I feel like I should get up and work out or something, but I just want breakfast in bed. Now.
Again, dreading today. A Monday that starts at 2am? Bad omen.
Consoling myself by remembering that in two more months, I won’t have to work on Mondays anymore.
