Christ I want a new job so bad.
And yes, that actually was sarcasm.
Sometimes I wish I could just skip the honeymoon phase of a relationship. I have come to hate that period when your new romantic interest seems so enticing, virtually flawless. I want to go on a first date with a woman who is on her period, a really bad one, so she’s crampy and irritable, doesn’t want to hold hands, orders something expensive and doesn’t eat it, burps in front of me, and wants to go to bed early. At least that way I won’t be as disappointed in six months.
Tonight I want to get drunk and smash something. Or someone.