I like mustard.

"Your codes are wrong, use these." Okay, done. "No, those codes are wrong use the original ones." Umm... okay. Done. "No, those codes don't make sense, use these instead." Really? Okay, done again. "Why do you have so much confusion on these codes?" I will crawl through Outlook and flip your desk.

Sigh. Too much work. Why can't I have a grocery store meet-cute with one of us having a baguette in our cart for some reason even though no one actually eats baguettes outside of Le Madeleine and maybe France.

I'm at the point of frustration now I'm ready to start responding to emails with:

I had an interviewer call me a liar in an interview once. I really didn't want to work for this company. It had a poor reputation and was bottom of my list. But I was desperate for a job so took the interview. After that, I was so glad I didn't get hired. Kinda wished I had walked out, honestly.

10/10 A+ No Notes. It's giving beachcomber vibes, honestly. Only thing missing is the metal detector to be walking the beach, looking for buried treasure.

I'm craving shitty pizza and ranch dressing.

Sometimes the greatest bounds in mood and happiness come when you are unshackled from everything that fights to constrain you.

Gotta hand it to Folger's, though. It's mid-tier instant coffee, but the subtextual incest will make sure their memory endures after the company fades to nothing.

Our newest local lawyer is Eric Dick. And, yes, he leans hard on the Dick.

Campbell's has like a million varieties of soup, and a lot of them look delicious or worth trying but are not available in any grocery store near me. Am I'm actually going to have to order canned soup online now? Bad enough I buy my mustard online.

I don't know why spending hours driving sucks the energy out of me. I spent six hours driving today. Literally just sitting there for six hours keeping the car between the lines and the speed a constant 75mph. Why do I feel like I've spent the day in the heat tilling the field?

I don't drive with glasses. Yet, anyway. And they're just readers anyway. I only had them on in the first pic because I was sending out messages I was leaving, turning on live location, and showing proof that I do actually leave my apartment on social media.

Road tripped.

So. Looks like my mom was removed from the Texas voter roll. Even though she voted in 2024. Kicking myself now for not having her check her status earlier.

Road trippin'.

On every speed bump going up, he ricocheted off the ceiling because he had 2 inches top clearance and 2-inch speed bumps. He knocked two overhead lights down. And trying to back into a space, he hit a support column hard enough to dent his bumper.

He played a 5 minute game of shimmying to navigate the U-turn in the garage. He hit the overhead drainage pipe and nearly ripped it out of the ceiling. We all heard and saw it. He was blocking me going in and someone else trying to leave, and the other drive and I shared a moment witnessing this.