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Either way, I’m not going to pursue my dream full-time. Recklessly spend my money trying to make a living out of a hobby? No, that would be ridiculous.
My day looks just like any other grown 40-year-old singular man. I wake up at 5:00 AM sharp and eat my coffee and eggs just like all of you.
I know we only met in passing at Brianna’s Axe-Throwing Farewell Party, but I got SUCH a great vibe from you.
Also, I was just joking when I said in my initial email that I would fold the report into a paper airplane and dart it at your bulbous ass.
Surely this monstrosity holds some meaning that is beyond our minuscule Lego brains.
But if I nod, I may agree to something I strongly disagree with. Like that the world is flat or that black licorice is delicious.
Pro: It can help people see transportation solutions beyond cars. Con: Hey, cars are people too.
Frankly, I’m just excited to have you back in my chair. After all, you ARE my favorite patient! Also, in many ways, you’re like a son to me.
I still don’t even really know what an em dash is. Or care to know for that matter.
I'll have been train hopping for two months at that point, so I might look a bit like the chimney sweep in Mary Poppins when I get in.
Emily, I couldn’t help but notice you texted “we’re gonna soooooooooo fucked up. 🤪” Would you be willing to own next steps on that?
Don’t mean to harp on this but please use a coaster. I know we’re in a bar but the wet circle under the glass… sorry, it’s just the way I was raised.