Office 5 à 7
On Friday, we had a little 5 à 7 hosted by none other than Rose, the office Boxer
I tried my hardest to mingle with my office mates but my internal dialogue from start to finish looked an awful lot like this:
MY ONLY HOBBY IN LIFE IS DOGS. I DON’T CARE ABOUT PEOPLE OR ANY OF THE MANY THINGS IN THIS UNIVERSE SUCH AS HAIRSPRAY OR GRANOLA BARS OR CUPBOARDS. I ONLY CARE ABOUT DOGS. SOMETIMES WHEN I GET TO A PARTY AND I SEE THAT SOMEONE HAS BROUGHT THEIR DOG ALONG, I’LL PRETEND THAT I’M A CAREFREE INDIVIDUAL WHO BARELY NOTICES THE DOG, BUT ON THE INSIDE I’M TOTALLY FREAKING OUT BECAUSE THERE IS A DOG IN THE SAME ROOM AS ME AND I’M NOT PLAYING WITH HIS FLOPPY EARS. EVENTUALLY, AFTER A FEW DRINKS, I FINALLY GET UP THE COURAGE TO ABANDON MY DISGUISE AS A NORMAL HUMAN BEING AND CEASE ALL HUMAN INTERACTION TO SPEND MY ENTIRE NIGHT PLAYING WITH THE DOG.
(VIA HELLOGIGGLES)
