Marketing. Business. Thoughts. Inspiration. Ideas.
Fake screenplays. Real ones too. Stuff. Things. Space. Outer space.
How did space not cover all of it, by the way?
Seriously. Someone somewhere decided: "We need a name for this part of space for some reason.”
Probably Johnson again. Johnson's a brown noser.
Which is the most bizarre saying that we all just accept as an unwritten rule of measuring people who will probably get promoted faster by doing that.
Jensen on the other hand; he's one of the good ones. He’ll never brown nose though, so he’ll end up not putting the pool in, because of no Christmas bonus, and then his cousin in-law will kidnap his boss.
Wait. Land the plane me.
So what I meant was: enjoy this blog.
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