There’s loud cereal chewing to my right, client brainstorming new creative ideas across from me, and a producer shooting me death stares diagonally across from me. It’s official, this is the worst train ride ever.
p.s. All the client ideas start with this phrase, “My only thought is…”
Thursday, August 19, 2010
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Fucking loud chewers. My husband still does it. I swear to myself it's because he doesn't know how brutalizing it is, going way back to early childhood. Even though I've told him. Because if he did know, then it would mean he just doesn't love me.
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