it’s a frigid 50 degrees inside. I am wearing a parka, huddled under a blanket, in the middle of my living room floor. my macbook is my only source of heat, as my doberman has grown tired of my whimpering, and gone to bed. I am out of water, so I am sucking the juice out of a pear. netflix continues to buffer for extended periods of time. it’s going to be a long night, but don’t you worry, I’m a survivor.
- Sam: is that beer?
- Mango: yes.
- Sam: ...and you're working?
- Mango: yes?
- Sam: you're such a professional.
- Mango: it's the client's brand. I'm method.
- Sam: oh god. Mango...
considering how many times a day I have to answer the “is that REALLY your name?” question (or, in cases like today, hear my boss reply to a client on the phone with “yes, that’s really her name”), I kind of wish my last name was “YES-REALLY”. it would save so much time.
I’m going to start turning the tables. you introduce yourself to me, you better be prepared for “jessica, eh? is that REALLY your name?!”
it’s only fair.
Just helping my bro find a tiny wooden boat so that he can give his recently deceased snake, Thor, a proper viking funeral.
How is your Thursday going?