A kid I worked with killed himself last night.
Please. Please, please, please remember that if you feel hopeless or lost, there is always help to be found. Tell someone. Talk to someone. Please.
You will be missed, Jack.
How do I handle the fact that the gentleman I’m currently dating is tall, handsome, has stunning blue eyes, and whose last name is one letter different from my celebrity crush?
I followed up my wonderful customer service experience (in which I was marginalized for not having a penis) by going off on a co-worker in the breakroom for being homophobic. Apparently, Portia de Rossi being a lesbian is, “a waste”.
“Why is it a waste? Because she won’t have sex with you? Cause I doubt that would happen even if she were straight.”
You picked the wrong day to voice that opinion, you homophobic dick. I’m on a roll and I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.
There must be something in the air today.