When you lie, God knows. And then he’ll email Jesus. And then, you know what?
I just got another, albeit begrudging, anti-pep talk from my boss about joking around with people. This time, it’s one of our older counterparts who has been feeling picked on. Get the fuck over your menopausal bullshit, lady. Luckily, he admitted he didn’t want to have the talk, and he had to have it with the other three employment specialists, but I was just like, what the fuck? One more day ’til it’s the weekend and I get to drink again.
The only thing I hate worse than hot gay guys are hot gay guy couples.
You don’t have to embrace your imperfections. You don’t even have to accept them. But you must admit and appreciate the fact that they distinguish you as genuinely human, and not some airbrushed, photoshopped, fake-ass plastic, soulless falsity.
