5 of my last 6 jobs, not a single fucking soul tried to figure out how often a customer is contacted and why. All 5 had abysmal open rates on email and couldn’t figure out why.

The writer’s feelings for us haven’t changed, they just need a little space.

How many dudes suffering with chronic pain and depression because it’s their cross to bear or afraid to be shirtless in front of not-their-wife? We’ll never knoOOow.

Will the new stadium have changing tables?

Beni Benassi’s Satisfaction, Bob Sinclair’s Kiss My eyes, Indochine’s Marilyn - all above board for an awkward teenager from the suburbs of Alberta allowed to wander the Paris red light district alone.

I only support this because 100% chance Ken Sim has a Kony 2012 public meltdown.

Absolutely! Since I started leaving post-it’s with our buzzer number, I have received all my UPS and FedEx packages.

You’re just jealous!

A shocking portion of my mortgage has been paid by companies needing to get out of the place Microsoft put them in.