It was more like it just had so much potential to be a good day, and while it wasn't a literal and complete disaster, it was just a liiiiiittle lackluster. And what's more, I didn't get shit done. Well I'll be goddammed.
This is what I felt like all effing day long:
Yeah ok. I'm a bad person. So shoot me.
On the upside, my boss continued to make sexual innuendos, and told me he "really likes" my pants. Which were yoga pants. The ONLY reason why men like yoga pants is for pervy reasons. There's no self respecting straight man who's like "Oh my goodness, what high-quality workmanship went into those yoga pants! And my! oh my! did you ever choose the right fit!" YEAH NO. And when he talks to me and looks me up and down I'm like "HEY BUDDY, C'MON, I HAVE EYES, TOO." I'm not even smokin. SHUT UP.
Ed just got here. G2g.
i cant tell you how in love with you i am because you wrote 'g2g'
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