God this is so true. My favorite part of working from home ( when I can) is leftover meatloaf and mashed potatoes (or whatever kickass leftover dinner I have in the fridge) at 8am without explanation. Fuck those guys anyway.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.