being back at work stinks. you know you go away for a week and you expect all the bullshit to just magically dissipate and you’d come back to a brand-new place of employment. a place with no political crap and no fuckwits and everything. but i think that’s just something we tell ourselves to get us back into the office on the monday after vacation.
i’m in serious need of a sugar daddy. a patron of the arts, someone who wants to support a woman who would be perfectly happy writing and writing and writing at home in her underpants while listening to NPR. i mean, really, who wouldn’t want to spend their money on something like that?
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Can I be your emotional sugar daddy?
and that’s gonna keep me from working how?
It wont keep you from working, just feeling quite so bad about having to work.
Your minion would miss you.
nuhuh, my minion would be overjoyed that i found some schmuck to support my creative ass.