Okay, let’s do this: “Thanks to Mr. Lucchino, to Theo, and [lights turned down low, someone hands him a glass of water] thanks, beautiful.”
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Just realized I let the events of this week go by without a single “Thanks, beautiful,” joke. Who am I?
“You want this?” “What’s it do?” “It smokes and sings old Hall & Oates songs while it cries.”
I JUST THINK getting drunk & crying on a Thursday is for when you have a mean boss, not when you’re the boss & your staff is mean to you.
The new Lady Gaga video is a lesbian women’s prison fantasy. It’s almost like someone in this universe does love me & want me to be happy.
“Which bottle of wine do you want?” “Both of them.”
Have gone from watching reality TV shows about hellish bosses for “at least it’s not that bad” factor to “how can I be more like that boss?”
Depressing: Vacations I currently take are not enjoyable enough to justify all the fuck-ups I have to fix when I come back to work.
“My favorite color is fluorescent beige.”
So @teatimes glided up in a Buick, slurped some wine and then rolled off into the night. *cries & cries*
