By B. Doyle '21
7:59 a.m. - Smiled at Jenny Slate tweet.
8:01 a.m. - Retweeted Jenny Slate.
8:29 a.m. - Reminded Uber driver that she deserved a real job.
10:06 a.m. - Did not even think about barista’s incredible cleavage.
10:08 a.m. - Informed barista she would be even more beautiful if she took off all that makeup. (Unless there’s acne under there, which is really more of a medical issue and should be left up to her doctor.)
10:11 a.m. - Did not even think about barista’s incredible cleavage again.
11:34 a.m. - Shook head and said, “Yeah, some guys on Tinder are like that.” And then said “Some” louder, to make it clear that I wasn’t like that.
2:06 p.m. - Empathized with coworker’s apparent PMS by loudly describing how big my kidney stones were.
4:45 p.m. - Rolled eyes at Dave’s joke about fat women, and the hilarious sounds they make.
7:12 p.m. - Retweeted Jenny Slate two more times.
11:02 p.m. - Masturbated to vaguely sensual shapes in imagination instead of funneling more of my paycheck into Pornhub’s evil coffers.
11:04 p.m. - Added the barista on Facebook.
11:39 p.m. - Went and woke mom up to tell her about all the women I supported today.