I spend my day trying to sound good in writing and I'm not gonna attempt to do it now.

So I finally got a job. Ok an intern job. But still a job. And I love it. For now. I say "for now" because I've been warned. Frightening stuff may come my way.

No I don't write like that at work but sometimes I feel like it's crap I churn out anyway. It gets to me by the time PICO building steams under the 3pm sun. Very pressurizing but so fun at the same time. How does that even work?

The environment is great. People have time to be friendly even though everything moves at an insane pace. I'd like to stay here indefinitely. Sure it has only been 4 days but things are really good so far and I'd like to see how long I can tahan the crazy stuff.

So Jeff. If you find this, I'd really like a permanent job. The Tribal team is awesome. I won't let you down, brah.

CHEERZ.

Let's go.

Can you want intangible things for your birthday? Well. Ok, is it still considered intangible if I can actually receive it?

Either way, I can only hope.

Though I wish there were a way to not sound so gaddamn pathetic.

I want to stop making excuses.

I've recently discovered a new kind of irony - It draws sadness from things made of incredible happiness. Ok I'm having a little trouble trying to translate that feeling into words because I don't quite understand it yet. Maybe certain kinds of happiness only exists as long as you allow yourself to have that fantasy. After returning to reality you start looking for excuses as to why things are never quite what you picture them to be.

That initial happiness is cruel. It's like a tease done in bad taste.

What if you never get what you want? What if no one wants to make sure that you're really ok?

By the way, I'm running out of excuses as to why I feel this way.