Smashing Dreams One At A Time.

It seems like I always say this, but it is beginning to smell like heartbreak and tears in the open concept office environment. My initial reaction was to bail, but upon reflection decided I'm staying put for the time being because this is a show I simply can't miss.

Ho-Bag at work has been throwing herself at some piece of eye candy half her age and it is just a teetotal spectacle. The clothes have gotten more tartish, more clinging, sleeveless tops in the middle of winter appear to be the rage. The voice is cooing. There are furtive glances when another lady flirts with Ho-Bag's eye candy. Spectacle. Sort of like watching someone compete with themselves and lose so badly.

All the stops are being put out for this boy who, wait for it, leaves early on Thursdays just to catch Jersey Shore, sprained something on Friday night playing an epic game of "beer pong" with the bruhs, and leaves every afternoon around noon for his broment with said bruhs. Heartbreak & Tears and all to the sounds of Class Actress.