If I hear my receptionist say “I don’t know” one more fucking time when asked who is on the phone and/or what the person wants, I’m going to fire her on the spot. It is literally her only fucking job — to relay who is calling and why.


I can’t get into too many details right now, because the cops are going to be involved, and it’s a whole thing, but some shady fuck made fake correspondence from my law firm in an attempt to get drugs through the mail to an inmate. What. The. Fuck. Just when I thought I’d seen it all. I have pics that I’ll post when I can.

creepy af

My office space. After dark. When I’m alone.


So many creepy noises.

I have an awkward amount of time to kill before the party tonight. I’m thinking I’m going to head to IKEA and buy some serving trays and miscellaneous shit — that’s a good excuse to get the fuck out of here, right? haha