I don’t have any direct coworkers at my job. My role functions independently. But sometimes I wish I had a reason to message a team and chat my way into a new day.

Boyfriend looking at my head intently: Did you cut your hair. Me: I cut my bangs myself. Boyfriend: Oh honey. You gotta stop doing that. It is giving kid who cut their own hair before school pictures.

Steve speaks to me.

Yep. We so did.

My work friend is out of work for a month to attend mental health outpatient care. I am glad she is taking care of her health, but the whole thing reminds me of how long I went without a diagnosis and how many people I likely annoyed.

I am obsessed with the Ruby Franke drama, but it is giving me flashbacks to taking calls at the child abuse hotline.

She says ging-HAM instead of ging-uhm.

She can’t pronounce gingham either.

If this style YouTuber keeps calling robes “cardigans,” I can’t watch her anymore.

She wouldn’t pose right for Snapchat fun. It is almost like she is a cat.