You'll never find the name of where I work online or hear anything but vague details about what my job entails. That's because, despite the fact that I've been raised in (and been obsessssed with) the technology era- I'm not a fool. My company doesn't need to be associated with my Twitter, my Blog, my Facebook- I mean, it's boring and who cares? Besides, I highly doubt that my professional life has to be aligned with my posts about black eyeliner and sunglasses.
It's also nice to not name your work because I can say out loud to everyone that TODAY WAS A VERY BAD DAY. Not because of a particular thing, just a slew of instances that were unfortunate and stressful. It was just one thing after another after another... I think by the end of the day I was ready to either search for Ashton Kutcher because surely I was being Punk'd OR run away with the mail delivery man as he was the one nice part of my day (he tells good jokes and likes cats- that's really all I need from someone at 8 AM).
It's not just a bad day at work. It's the solar system on my face. Like REALLY!?! I did my due-diligence in the world of Zits in High School. Why am I having them now??? I know, I know... probably just the stress at work but it's annoying and like people against gay marriage, I wish they would just retreat back into their own little worlds and leave me alone (ps- I'm not gay. I just have lots of friends who are PLUS I'm a nice person who fully supports the rights of Gay Americans to marry the loves of their life. And if you think I think this because I'm one political party or another, you'd be surprised. If you don't believe in gay marriage and you're around my age- you're weird).
Anygay, at work- I stifled all my stress with headphones and concentration. However, now that the professional side of me can subside, I want to vent like I used to do as a little girl: acting out! When I was little I think that meant pulling my Sister's hair (I'm sure she deserved it) or being rude to my Parents (a one-way ticket to a solo night in my room). However, despite the dismal consequences, when you were frustrated, didn't it feel kind of good to irrationally lash out?
Here's my IRRATIONAL lashing out:
I want to wear these shoes. Immediately. I get it- they're stupid and serve ZERO purpose. But I f*cking like them and would endure all looks of judgment in order to rock them with an accompanied distasteful dress.

I want to go out with my friend Tracy, dance and take shots (which I don't even do). Seriously- Tracy can lift any spirit. She's bomb and always makes me feel like there's nothing that a little girl talk and handsome men can't fix. Muah, muah, muah!
{what the hell does this even mean?}
I want to water balloon Hipsters. People who are unwilling to try anything just because it's "mainstream" are literally as stupid as people who only like things because they're "mainstream". Get over yourself- you're not that deep and dark, you're insecure and annoying.
OKAY- rant over. Here's hoping that Wednesday brings better things. Serenity now!
