There’s seven billion people on this planet and the only way I hurt them is to impose my own choices on them. The only way I hurt ME is to impose my choices on others.
It’s not weird that I fantasize about my office building burning down so that work gets canceled.
It’s not always #funemployment and anyone who tells you as much is a rotten liar. But sometimes? Sometimes there’s an upside to taking a breather, stepping back, and evaluating where you are and where you want to go.
USA number 1, no more! Also, Mark Wahlberg wants a pardon, Shia LaBeouf gets laughed at for claiming sexual assault, and the U.S. takes its first step towards going to Mars, all in today’s news and web roundup.
Fairytales are only meant to exist in books.
Baby, you got this.
Worry #1: Do I actually know what I’m doing?
So, it would appear I’m “working” here at this seemingly upscale hotel located in the California desert whose name is synonymous with wild, alcohol-fueled, ink-obsessed tweekers, party hipsters and motorcycle chicks.
I work at a recycling center and just the other day someone threw a dead cat into the cardboard shredder.
The situation is a hot mess.