sometimes, when I read your posts, I pretend that you're doing it from your iPhone. then, when you're on your iPhone doing busy business lady stuff and sending out uber important emails while you're uber busy and not paying enough attention, everything autocorrects to a -pony suffix and the recipient is all, "wtf did he just call everyone ponies?"

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OMG, seriously, that shizz happens, like, all of the time. It’s possible that my busy business lady colleagues think that I am insane. Whatevs.

Everypony knows that I’m totes an emotional hair cutterer. Recently I started taking a New Super Ultra Beauty Supplement for shizz and giggz, so ma hurr did has been growing like a weed!!! Seriously, I can’t control ma hurr did, yo!!! I’ve been feeling kinda aggro lately, and I’ve come to realize that the majority of my anxiety can be traced back to the f’ed up situation with ma hurr did. So I went to the barber and had that shizz fixed. I feel 26 percent better.

Everypony knows that I’m totes an emotional hair cutterer. Recently I started taking a New Super Ultra Beauty Supplement for shizz and giggz, so ma hurr did has been growing like a weed!!! Seriously, I can’t control ma hurr did, yo!!!

I’ve been feeling kinda aggro lately, and I’ve come to realize that the majority of my anxiety can be traced back to the f’ed up situation with ma hurr did. So I went to the barber and had that shizz fixed.

I feel 26 percent better.

My flight was delayed nearly three hours and the ride was crazy turbulent, so I was obvs in a wonderful mood by the time I finally landed. And by wonderful mood, I mean I had an overwhelming desire to punch anypony who got in my way as I stomped to the taxi stand. No offense to any Tumblrers who drive cabs or know cabbies, but I’m pretty sure that peeps who drive cabs might be the dumbest peeps on planet Earth. Minimally, (most) cabbies in the New York Metro area are unadulterated morons. Here’s a protip for the cabbie who picked me up tonight: if you tell me that you don’t know where you’re going and I offer up directions, take my frackin’ directions. Improvising and then throwing me shade when I course correct will likely mean a reduction in your tip. Asswipe. As much as I like where I live in the northeast, I really dislike most people who live here. I’m pretty sure that the New York Metro area is populated almost entirely by assholes and idiots. It wouldn’t be so bad if the idiots were nice, but they’re usually assholes, too. Whenever I return from the west coast, any residual good vibes I gathered there immediately dissipate as soon as I land at the airport, and I revert back to full-on rage mode. It’s exhausting dealing with east coast morons Every Single Fucking Day. Welcome to New York, indeed. What a shithole.

My flight was delayed nearly three hours and the ride was crazy turbulent, so I was obvs in a wonderful mood by the time I finally landed. And by wonderful mood, I mean I had an overwhelming desire to punch anypony who got in my way as I stomped to the taxi stand.

No offense to any Tumblrers who drive cabs or know cabbies, but I’m pretty sure that peeps who drive cabs might be the dumbest peeps on planet Earth. Minimally, (most) cabbies in the New York Metro area are unadulterated morons.

Here’s a protip for the cabbie who picked me up tonight: if you tell me that you don’t know where you’re going and I offer up directions, take my frackin’ directions. Improvising and then throwing me shade when I course correct will likely mean a reduction in your tip. Asswipe.

As much as I like where I live in the northeast, I really dislike most people who live here. I’m pretty sure that the New York Metro area is populated almost entirely by assholes and idiots. It wouldn’t be so bad if the idiots were nice, but they’re usually assholes, too. Whenever I return from the west coast, any residual good vibes I gathered there immediately dissipate as soon as I land at the airport, and I revert back to full-on rage mode.

It’s exhausting dealing with east coast morons Every Single Fucking Day. Welcome to New York, indeed. What a shithole.

I had some unexpectedly yum corned beef hash with poached eggs for breakfast at a restaurant at SFO. Usually airport eats are pretty much blech, so it was nice to have something that actually tasted good. Werk. It took me 45 minutes to get through airport security, and now they just announced that my flight is delayed due to “air traffic control.” Whatevs. I’m surprised that there isn’t free, stable wifi access at SFO. If there was, I could get some work done instead of just twiddling my thumbs like a moron. A gaggle of women seated next to me in the waiting area are taking so loudly about such inane things that I feel like I need to cut a bitch. For the love of all that is good and holy, STFU, please and thank you. Or at least turn down the volume because nopony gives a shizz about your vaginas, sheesh.

I had some unexpectedly yum corned beef hash with poached eggs for breakfast at a restaurant at SFO. Usually airport eats are pretty much blech, so it was nice to have something that actually tasted good. Werk.

It took me 45 minutes to get through airport security, and now they just announced that my flight is delayed due to “air traffic control.” Whatevs.

I’m surprised that there isn’t free, stable wifi access at SFO. If there was, I could get some work done instead of just twiddling my thumbs like a moron.

A gaggle of women seated next to me in the waiting area are taking so loudly about such inane things that I feel like I need to cut a bitch. For the love of all that is good and holy, STFU, please and thank you. Or at least turn down the volume because nopony gives a shizz about your vaginas, sheesh.

My whirlwind busy business lady business trip to my beloved San Francisco is coming to an end. Four days really isn’t enough time to work and see family, but at least I feel like I got a shizzton of work done. Hopefully when the Busy-Lazy boys come back in the summer, we’ll be able to pack in some pleasure with busy business lady business. And maybe I can even connect with some of you lovely Bay Area Tumblrers next time? Where my people at? I wanted to share a pic of some super-kawaii amigurumi Star Wars dolls that my sister-in-law made. So adorbz, amirite?

My whirlwind busy business lady business trip to my beloved San Francisco is coming to an end. Four days really isn’t enough time to work and see family, but at least I feel like I got a shizzton of work done.

Hopefully when the Busy-Lazy boys come back in the summer, we’ll be able to pack in some pleasure with busy business lady business. And maybe I can even connect with some of you lovely Bay Area Tumblrers next time? Where my people at?

I wanted to share a pic of some super-kawaii amigurumi Star Wars dolls that my sister-in-law made. So adorbz, amirite?