I didnt. (Yay me!) I cried after work. My boss got frustrated with me while reviewing my work with me at how long it was taking. Was I paying attention? I’m happy because I struggle with my learning disability and my writing. Commas are lost, or added as I cant read what I’ve written aloud at work and my brain loses things in my hands translation without my ears. However, as a result I’m a fucking genius at following spoken directions. My boss expects a high quality of work and gets it. He can’t see the struggle. Yay! But in one of these tortuous reviews of my writing to ask if I’m paying attention,because he doesnt want to have to go over it a 2nd time. Buddy, I can’t imagine why I would want to remind myself for a 2nd time of how fucking hard something for me is that seems obvious to him and others. He doesnt see me struggling! Happy and sad. Fucking uterus.

HEY YOU GUYS! DID YOU KNOW SNAPPLE IS FULL OF CAFFEINE? *SOB*

On my new phone…

Adam asked for a photo with my new phone. Think this’ll be the one.

The dude who I go games with had an important talk today. While he’s an a’s fan I’m an Oakland a’s fan. When the team leaves we’ll part ways.

I do a woohoo call and response through the anthem to identify the other druks.

As vs Yanks

Was so satisfying to watch and beautiful. I wish I could go back and take intro to film again, because this would be in the curriculum and I want to write about it.

My dinner is pretty. Fuck yeah chicken tacos and German foreign films!

Is starting again. The choreography on this show just blows my fucking mind, like brings me to tears nightly.