No, seriously, that is IT.

I've had it.

I decided that since I am a growing boy, I needed to eat lunch, in spite of all my stomach pain. So I walked to Trader Joe's and bought stuff and then came back here to heat it and eat it. (Heat It and Eat It? Is that a new porn title? I think so...) Anyway, so I walk in to the kitchen area and heat my food. And now I'm eating it at my desk. You ask, "But Buck, why are you eating at your desk instead of at the kitchen table like usual?" Do you really want to know? Truly? I'll tell you why I'm sitting at my desk instead of the kitchen table.

It seems that one of our models (a model I hate) who is in town to shoot for us has found himself a little boyfriend for the weekend. This boy is on a leash. And that leash has been HANDCUFFED to a chair at my kitchen table. HANDCUFFED to the kitchen chair, Amy. What the fuck is that? Is that honestly the kind of environment in which I have to work? Everyone here (EVERYONE) thinks it is both cute and funny. I don't think it is funny in any way. I know you think it's funny because you are sitting at your desk laughing your ass off. But I think it is completely ridiculous and absurd and it makes me hate this world, this job, and especially this bubble I live in. Call me self-hating. Call me a hypocrite for doing this work and then having this kind of reaction. I don't care. Shouldn't I be able to just sit at my table and eat lunch without having to deal with others' shit like that?

And don't even get me started on the boy himself. This boy is basically a girl with balls. He is a very very dumb femme boy. (I heard him speaking, so I cannot stress how dumb he is.) He is kind of like that "Leave Britney alone!" guy. A mess. And he keeps telling everyone that he is "clever." If you have to tell people, then you're not.

I hate everything about my life at this very moment.