Problematic

It's an anthem. I realized that I have like 6 posts that I started at various points that I no longer have the personality to finish. Like, they're from weeks to months ago and I'm not that person. I don't know who that person was- or who this person is- but I know they're not entirely the same. Not the same enough to know what one another was thinking that's for sure. Last weekend I drunkenly unraveled floss and made a little nest in Ryan's bathroom. To what end? Last weekend me is the only one who knew and she has died with that secret. Took it straight down. I am not entirely convinced that Issa didn't do it and blame me because I'm the usual suspect...but like, not in a gross Kevin Spacey way. Although, I did spend some of the evening sexually harassing Ryan. Issa is old hat. We've kissed performatively after t.A.T.u (All The Things She Said was a karaoke staple) - but...why is it spelled that way? Sometimes when I yawn really big I s

September- Three episodes in, I still feel like I have not depicted Robert in the appropriate light. Probably because I mentioned he sucked in bed, but that was factual and not his fault entirely. Learning how to read people takes experience. I feel like the fact that I'm still hung-up on expressing this non-relationship and trying to determine why Bastien pulled away indicates I'm not too different from him and his obsession with his month long girl. I'm suddenly very sleepy. This is not unexpected. I probably slept an hour and a half. A lot of things are fractured lately. Specifically by half. October- Today I am sitting contemplating what is sure to be a terrible meeting with what is sure to be a terrible person. Group projects are a nightmare. And, having worked in several offices, I feel uniquely a nightmare. There's people to intervene in an office. There's people to delegate. Not everyone is meant to be a leader, and not everyone knows how- it's