I want to move out of NYC.
I should move to Nashville.
If I move to Nashville I'll definitely have to get a car.
OK, so start saving up for a car...I really need to stop buying lunches in Manhattan, I spend so much money on that shit!
I'll have to find an apartment.
I hope it's easy to find apartments that take dogs down there.
Oh fuck, I need to get a job.
Go on Craigslist and find a job.
Wait, you need to clean up your LinkedIn profile and then the jobs will come to you!!
No one gives a shit about you.
OK, so job, apartment, car--I can do this!
God I fucking hate my life.
Does my Metrocard expire today?
^^^^^^ all this shit happened in my head along the 10 minute walk my dog and I took before work today.
When I get PMS absolutely NOTHING makes any fucking sense. At all. It is not uncommon to find me stealing my clients wifi to watch Bruce Springsteen videos on my phone while eating peanut butter straight from the jar when I should be working. PMS Krissy makes so little sense that her idea of bringing lunch to work this morning apparently began and ended at "carry a jar of peanut butter around in your purse." Think I'm exaggerating?
PMS: Aww, come on Georgie, don't you wanna look at his Facebook photos? I can show you how to look at all the likes. Don't you wanna know who the fuck all these girls are?!
ME: Let go, you're...hurting...meeee...
PMS: And then we can go look at their pages, and figure how their lives are better than yours! And maybe you can see if he liked any of their photos,OR MAYBE YOU'LL SEE A PHOTO OF HIM LOVING ONE OF THEM!!!!!!
ME: NO! No mister, I don't wanna!!
PMS: Oh come on Georgie, it's only 1:15, it's not that late. You know you're all wound up on brownie flavored ice cream anyway, just give it a little peek. After we can look into applying to volunteer programs overseas that you'll only be interested in after having learned that your friend from 6th grade is doing an internship in Japan.
ME: Get away from me, you're evil I tell ya, evil!!!!
ahaha but how hilarious is this drawing of me "running" though? I look like I'm doing the deepest lunge ever.
I need to get a real job.