Not being at work.
The sunshine outside.
Fridays in college.
Cabo.
Spicy chicken pizza.
Mark Zuckerberg.
My friends who don’t work.
ASPCA animal commercials.
Fresh air.
Day drinking.
That Rebecca Black went to the Grammys.
The beer garden at The Bar.
Being at a bar where you know everyone. Or at least more than three people.
That another week has passed without me inventing something that will make me millions.
The beer garden at The Bar.
Being at a bar where you know everyone. Or at least more than three people.
That another week has passed without me inventing something that will make me millions.
Stay at home moms.
That clients dont return my voicemails, so I will leave the same ones again next week.
Blue Ivy.
That I studied literature for four years. And paid a lot of money to do so.
When I’d occasionally complain about “nothing to do” in college.
The guys who invented Forever Lazys.
People who get paid to blog…
That the Carter sister OD’d and NO ONE noticed.
Adele having a sex tape.
Adele having sex.
If I would have won the lottery last week.
That I will have to bathe in bronzer if I want to go out tonight.
That I get tired at just thought of going out. And applying all that bronzer.
All the new summer clothes I don’t have.
Bieber and Selena.
That Monday is only two days away.
A way out.
That I used to bitch about working until 3 with my old job.
Farrah from Teen Mom.
Snooki.
Whitney Port.
Kartrashians.
Basically every reality star.
That I didn’t think of Groupon.
That I didn’t think of Rebecca Black.
Will and Kate’s dog.
That when I click “end” on my iPhone it won’t end the conversation unless I sucker punch the button.
That next week will be EXACTLY the same thing.
