
So last night I met the son of a VP at Hearst Corporation. What is my life?
We had a pre-screening of Annelise’s latest piece at the office yesterday. I nearly cried in front of my coworkers. Nearly.
We make a magic box that empowers bright minds around the globe. Our work changes lives. I feel so lucky to be able to say that. Well worth the long hours.
(Source: youtube.com)
Or at the very least just go home.
That is all.
Pooja captures my feelings about my run-in with Edward Norton at a stationery shop in East Village and not even processing said run-in was happening. *womp womp*
Me gustan.
In related news, someone has a date this weekend. What.

My coworkers commented that HR will start making them step up their appearance because us new kids dress so nicely. This is how I normally dress.
Sorry not sorry.
Lost the keys to my apartment. I haven’t even moved in yet.
Aaand I left the iron on in my friend’s apartment this morning and just noticed now.
Sometimes I’m not very good at being an adult.