Once bitten, twice stupid.
Fuck being shy.
When does the #AlanIlaganIsOverParty start trending? Because I am done with this shit.
Eventually, all things gaudy and in poor taste find their way into my favor. At this moment, that’s a flocked Christmas tree.
If you don’t like it, flock you.
Regarding office present protocol: I don’t give gifts. I only receive.
No hard feelings.
Many work days consist mostly of inadvertently recreating John Krasinski’s reaction shots from ‘The Office’ – and I never even watched ‘The Office’.
I do so love an overture, even though it seems to be in danger of getting lost. I suppose that has its good and bad points. People are late enough – an overture might just be another reason for people to push their arrival time further out. The world turns…
{Here’s one of the greatest overtures ever written, far better than its accompanying show: ‘Candide.’}
Regarding your Ugly Christmas Sweater: it’s the ‘Christmas’ that sets it apart from your other sweaters, right?
It’s almost soup season. My first will be a split pea soup using the hambone from dinner a few nights ago. What is your poison?
What is the point of desiccating perfectly good fruit in the sun? I’m talking to you, raisins and sun-dried tomatoes. You gag me.
The days of three-way calling are long gone.
Still, I remember them with a smile.
Click twice.
Me, at work: “I think my hearing’s going. Thank God.â€
Rarely does anything good come of a text thread with more than five people on it.
#WhittleMeThis
Are the people who have to write ‘TBH’ generally lying the rest of the time?
How is it that I can type a perfectly-spelled and perfectly-punctuated text message 200 characters long with my thumb on a screen the size of a walnut, but cannot fit one of these things back in the shelf unit in less than five tries?