A hipster warehouse rave burst into flames. Lots of dead hipsters. Lots of burnt skinny jeans, thick rimmed glasses, and ironic t-shirts. Oh the humanity. http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...ifornia-warehouse-party-blaze-breaks-out.html
33 dead hipsters and counting. The only thing that amazes me is that his hasn't happened before. These raves in abandoned warehouses are death traps. The stairs were made out of old wood pallets. It was full of highly flammable art. There were bright, hot lights for the music. And everyone was high on drugs. The hipster art acted like kindling and the place was like a giant chimney starter. http://www.nytimes.com/2016/12/04/us/warehouse-party-fire-oakland-search.html
Holy shit... I somehow slept in a self inflicted choke hold where my face was on the pillow but I was on my side. Don't know how long I was like that but the outstretched muscles have fucked my neck, shoulder, and back. I couldn't even lift myself up in the morning. Now I can move a little now but only in full 90 degree pivots because I can't turn my head.
Only one week today until I break up for Christmas, with the party first of course. To be fair our firm always goes all out on the party and it normally comes in well above £15k. The downside of course is that after the new year it all starts again Also I have taken over, I have all of the recent posts now.
You don't enjoy sleeping then? For me I didn't worry about it until she went into labour. First year is hard are fuck and the reason I would never do it again, after that it's OK.
My boss's boss's boss quit last week and my boss's boss just put in his two weeks notice, and my boss just stepped down from his position. I just lost three layers of management above me and I'm just sitting here like...
Man... I ate so many cookies today I can't sleep. Completely opposite of the meat sweats and lethargy earlier. I think I've packed on like 14 pounds since thanksgiving since I'm surrounded by enablers... fml