Thought I was looking all fresh in my work attire this morning when I go and spill a giant coffee all down my shirt. I am giving a presentation to my boss in 15 minutes too. I've been going at this thing with a tide pen for the last two hours. Fuck my life.
Wouldnt it be easier just to run home and get a new shirt, then spend 2 hours fucking around with a messy one? Or better yet, keep a backup shirt (or 10) at work, considering you sound even more derpy with food than me.
"I've been single for awhile and I have to say, it's going very well. Like... it's working out. I think I'm the one." Emily Heller.
So as if yesterday didn't suck enough, I got home to find out that it's time for Maegan to start paying back her student loans.
$650 A MONTH FOR THE NEXT 9 AND A FUCKING HALF YEARS!
Excuse me while I kick this rock.
If it makes you feel better, one of my best friends will be paying off his flight school fees for another 30 years...at the chune of $750 a month. The kicker? Like me, he doesn't want to fly professionally anymore. I'm so fucking lucky I didn't rack up the debt he has, and also that the only person I'll be paying back is my mom.