I’m unpacking while the cable guy is here, and now that I’ve happened upon the “nightstand” bag, it occurs to me that I could probably at least negotiate an FXX/HGTV upgrade…
Would it be wrong to say I’m gonna go get gender reassignment surgery entirely so Comcast can kiss my dick?
OK, fair enough.
Glad I didn’t say it, then.
2016: “Not all men!”
2017: “Hold my dick.”
I accidentally saw something fucking AWFUL in Facebook’s “trending” news sidebar, and felt pretty close to either crying or throwing up at my desk.
I took a few minutes to breathe, then went online in pursuit of a palate cleanser. I put #Scandal on Netflix out of habit, just for background noise to finish out the workday, but didn’t realize which episode I’d left off at.
Y’all? Never underestimate the healing power of Marcus and Mellie bangin’ on a desk.
(The other thing will likely still roam the halls of my brain for a couple days, but #MellieBelly does help.)
If y’all need me, I’ll be at the gym.
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