07.22.02 :: 12:10 pm

So we enter this work week, fearless readers, with the knowledge that I will only have $250 at the end of it.

It's this perilous fact that makes me want to run screaming through the streets of Manhattan, onto the highway, and not stopping until I hit the Pacific coast.

They. Need. To. Put. Me. On. Salary.

In other, less depressing news, it is so good to have my boy back, and I never thought I'd say it, but boy goddamn does he look good with longer hair and sideburns.

He's a closet white trash trucker. I'm secretly his trailer park queen.

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