What a dumb-ass hog.

Yes, YOU, Henry Tang.

MORNING MEETING

Stephanie: [wearing a pink top] you guys have no holiday spirit.
Emily: [wearing normal beige clothes] It's not a holiday.
Stephanie: Isn't Valentine's Day a holiday? It's not a day off, but it's a holiday. Right?
Me: [wearing normal gray clothes] A Hallmark holiday.
Stephanie: Isn't it, like, a religious holiday?
Me: ... As in, Saint Valentine?
Stephanie: Yeah, Saint Valentine's Day.
Me: So ... are you doing anything tonight?
Stephanie: We're not sure yet. My husband might cook dinner.
Me: Aw.
Stephanie: What about you guys?
Me: Oh. We're like in breakup mode, or something.
Stephanie: What?!
Me: Mm.
Stephanie: Are you having a fight?
Me: I dunno.
Stephanie: Valentine's Day is not a holiday!
Me: O.K.

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... love had trained her to see the world through his eyes, and through his eyes this place was a vapid dump.

--The Art of Fielding

You know what

By not buying a super cheap ticket to Tokyo for 2-3 days, I can buy 40 non-happy hour drinks.

"It's so obvious to me that writing is the only thing you're passionate about."

It's less obvious to me, but I'll take a view from the outside.

Why do people have to suck on Facebook? Why do they have to post pictures of stuff they buy? And talk about their wine-tasting classes? And post endless pictures of their babies' daily milestones? And update everyone about their minor health problems? And PLATITUDES... in the form of pictures. Without irony. What. It's a forum made for passive-aggression. And self-everything.

Ugh