Work's good yet bad.
I'm working on a new male's magazine with two males, and it's painful. PAINFUL, rather. The magazine is so trashy, it's an embarrassment to be associated with it. I stifle what lies between a groan and rip-roar laughter at every meeting [current count: three], and practically wither and disintegrate whenever Manly Male Number One (MMN1) leans across the table and demands, 'So you sure you know what's manly?'. Oh hell yes. And it's not you.
And well, typical cocky males. Male Number Two is practically wallpaper, MMN1's the Alpha male. He thinks scantily clad girls with tattoos are hot, thinks he can get anyone, and has this wolfish look when he mentions them. I'm tickled, really. It's amazing how full of themselves some males can be, and how they think they're God's greatest gift to women. Hellooo, reality check please! For all the mirrors he peers into, you'd think he'd spot the difference between himself and other males. Or maybe his pants conceal a 12-inch dick and he keeps an assortment of paperbags in his sex kit.
Silly males aside, I'm improving on adverts! The last time I did scams [layout plus copy (the words) of a print advertisment], only 3 out of 20 were good. This time, it's 9 out of 20; I'm stoked! Mmm, although honestly I don't think advertising's my cup of tea, it robs you of an actual life. I don't even put in the full hours like they do, til 5am in the morning, and I'm already feeling it.
And it was really really nice [yeah, I need to find a better replacement word] meeting the 3 darlings after work. Charm, Joy, Sel. Just chat, chat, chat. It's such company that makes a good day better. And thank you for the present, I love notebooks AND mandarin prints!
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