a few years ago,
and “name annoying ass job here“,
i was frustrated with the current surroundings.
the job was stressful and i was at my wits end.
a white vixen that i was cool with would always come to my desk to chat.
she was trying to start a fan page over her primal lust for sebastian stan.
i wonder if she smashed him yet.
she was obsessed.
at this point,
i never told her about the foxhole but i mentioned i had a website.
she was unsure about how to get sponsors for her endeavors.
i started to vent about how nervous i was to pursue them for mine.
she said something that made me realize how differently we saw things…