The Inevitable Return of the Great Striped Polo
What the fuck is this?
What the heck is this?
Insert picture of iron and ironing board, KeepCup, a pair of pants that don't have a drawstring, a building access card...
Hmm, looks like this journal entry is about as anti-climatic as my first day in the office in the
best worst part of a year.
My regular coffee guy forgot my name. I guess it has been four months of 5G waves dissolving his mind...
Coffee was better than Nespresso Pods though.
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The woman with the fake tan stepped into my office, sat across from my desk and lit a cigarette.
At least, she would, sometime in the next 20 minutes. Smelling the future has advantages, but precision isn’t one of them.