I only wish I had a big ass black garbage bag looking thing à la Missy Elliot circa 1997. Then maybe I wouldn’t have gotten drenched on my six-block walk to Tryst…where I sat down, ordered food and drink and finally heard everyone bitching about how the wi-fi was broken.
I basically feel like the most ineffectual person on the planet this week. I should’ve gone and protested the war today instead.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to write a smart, witty letter to a local ad group and try to get them to hire me. Eesh.