Coding books and Oxford commas.

A lady just put $2 into the 'College Fund' jar, which is really just a tip jar that actually forces people to give you money. Anyway, I know I am going to use those two dollars for a snack or a chapstick and not college, and that's why I hate working for an hourly wage.

I think that the Oxford comma is VERY IMPORTANT and I've used pantone colors twice this week to describe how I want the color of my coffee and it upsets me that the majority of people probably don't know what Pantone is. Anyway, You just called and the first thing I wanted to tell you was that the shirt you wore last Thursday was actually the shittiest thing I've ever seen, but I decided that that was too hostile. So we talked about things that matter, like $400 shoes and how we both really like .gifs.

I wonder what you'd do if you knew I didn't like that shirt.

The new girl at work has pink hair and a weed shirt. I really don't like her, and I admit that I wasn't as nice as I should have been to her earlier; That's probably the reason the Student Body President won't date me.

I just saw a resume of a girl who is graduating from college with a major in English, but couldn't manage to spell "opportunity" right, SO OBVIOUSLY GRADES AREN'T EVERYTHING. But I also feel sad for her because her lack of spelling efficiency will probably result in a lack of the thing she was trying to spell.

I like winter and how my street looks when it snows. I think I've had a love affair with the way you smell and the way you drive. I prefer pen over pencil & less over more. I like that I like pistachio ice cream so much.

I hate breakfast and eggs, which is convenient because I'm always too late to eat. I have a fear that I'll be murdered while I'm vacuuming and I have a reoccurring dream of dying on the Titanic. I think I wear only neutrals five out of the seven days in any given week and I read coding books for fun.

So here's to all of that, and to me: the alchemist of the perfectly pressed, pristine white shirt.

XX 
Rothko