Our newest co-worker talks a lot about having gay friends and knowing gay people and it’s so uncomfortable cause she’s not saying anything directly homophobic or hurtful but it’s so painfully straight and she’s convinced I’m straight and it’s exhausting.

It’s a good day when I grab my ice coffee to shake it up and drink it but the way I grab it lets me know I didn’t put the cap back on it the last time I held it so I don’t shake it all over myself.

Me: can I ask for an early Christmas present?
Mum: sure what is it?
Me: a concert in Vienna in December.
Mum: of course!
Me: awesome, tickets go on sale next week!
Mum: oh you mean you want me to buy you the ticket.
Me: yeah what did you think I meant?
Mum: like… that I give you my permission to go?
Me: oh yeah no I’d go even if you didn’t want me to, I’m twenty-four years old.
Mum: fair enough.

I’m at a weird mental place where I’m actually in the mood to work on work. But I left my paper in the office so there’s nothing solid that I can do just a general layout. Either way, I’ll do that now I guess? Listen to my discover weekly (she lied, knowing full well she won’t stop listening to Nothing But Thieves)… this is not a bad Friday.

I’m kind of happy that I don’t have the time to design this thing in Corel Draw. I know it’ll piss off the printer but the last time I gave him .cdr files half of the fucking text went missing between him and the printing process so I really don’t trust him with that software. But he hates Photoshop so much he can just let me design the thing and then never touch it again for fear shit will just disappear -.-