Wednesday, August 27

My Day, In Bullets

  • Biked to work. Passed by cute messenger. (Stared at ass.) Passed by hipster boy. (Stared at ass.) Passed by grandpa, with overly jacked legs. (Stared at ass, but felt really uncomfortable about it.)
  • Meeting at work. Spoke. Turned bright red. Spoke more.
  • Pounded out emails at work. Pounded. Violent typing gets the job done.
  • Continued ongoing fight, mostly via email, but also via passive aggressive gchats.
  • Supported Hillary's speeh, pantsuit. What! I like orange!
  • Spend SEVENTY-FIVE CENTS (or, THREE laundry quarters) on air for my completely flat bike tires. Screamed "What! For real! Seventy-five cents!" out loud several time in gas station. No one noticed.
  • Drinks at bar.
  • Dinner: cheese, mojitos, good things.
  • Biked home. Yelled at one pedestrian, two cabs, one truck.
  • Flipped between Bravo & DNC.

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