Once upon a time, when I had a job working with a few unpleasant people, I had the luck that a certain cupcake chain wanted to partner up with us. My supervisor told me to email a particular person and schedule a meeting with him. You see, my position was sort of like a business developer, except with none of the fun tasks of developing. Or social media. Or writing. Or web developing. Or anything I was interested in.
My father having a catering license, you’d think the man would be bringing home crates of food home. I mean, that would be a super cute way to start off this post right?
“My dad is so nice and he brought home a crate of the freshest peaches!” Maybe it would make me sound like those darling sweet bloggers with cute sunny kids and happy dogs.
Sorry if it appears that I’ve been gone for 600 years. My life was actually busy for once!!
Growing up I had a complicated relationship with my Portuguese-ness. I kept seeing everything with this invisible dichotomous line; keeping some parts of my life from mixing once I was mainstreamed into public school.
My dog’s birthday is 4 days after mine, making us both Pisces.
Astrology is nonsense, but it’s the fun kind of nonsense, and dammit, I will believe both me and my dog are moody because of our ~*~feelings~*~. I know old religious texts mention that dogs don’t have souls, but to HELL with that blasphemy, because my dog has a soul astrologically similar to mine okay??? Clearly, we’re soulmates.
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Look, I don’t know about you other bloggers, but you people pump out posts like fucking machines. Seriously. How do you do it??
My boyfriend and I are trying something new here: honesty with each other.
Just like any relationship, there have been times of little (sometimes big) lies between us.
Picture this: You’re recently promoted and literally working under your new boss for like 4 days (mostly remotely because you’re also in the process of moving offices) and she gets engaged.
If you live in the Northeast of America, you know exactly what blizzard I’m’ referring to when I mention the 2016 Blizzard.
You know when you’re life is so deeply screwed for a period of time that you start trying to rub two pennies to make a dollar?