one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.
is the world really such a terrible place? yesterday i asked if oat milk was extra and the barista said yes so i said ok just regular milk then and when she gave me my chai latte she whispered “i used oat milk ;)” doesnt that make u want to live another day?
Okay but in the faculty room a few weeks ago, we were wondering why the printer kept reporting a paper jam when there obviously wasn't any, so I took out the toner (that detachable cylinder thing with the idk toner fluid in it??) to get a deeper look. Still no paper stuck in there. I wondered if there was any stuck in the toner itself so I twisted it in my hands and got the biggest jumpscare of my professional life. A house lizard got stuck in there and DIED. And I was holding the toner with my left hand and my face was so close that its head was INCHES from my face when I looked. Of course I screamed and got the manly man in the room get it out because I cannot get my delicate gay fingers dirty not to mention I was REELING IN FEAR