i'm immeasurably tired of this term paper. if i don't update this next week with 1) news about the paper being finished 2) the fattest juiciest cigarette between my fingers then just assume i'm killing people now bc what else is left
tumblr users come up with the funniest and most interesting potential phannie drama but everyday we just have to beef over whether it's okay to point out dan and phil look at eachother sometimes or not instead
Found out today that our new manager has started making closing shift stay an hour later than they've EVER had to and writing people up when they justifiably say they can't fucking do that. I was writing my resume this morning but I am writing it faster now.
I might not be very active here for a bit. Maybe I will be, but I might not be. I'm probably not dead, this website just isn't good for my mental health.
I might still post my art when I make it, not that anyone would see it. But aside from that I'm gonna try to use it as little as possible.
guys i'm feeling inconsolable right now we probably have minimum 3 months left of the qsmp but that could also mean we might have ONLY THREE MONTHS left of the qsmp we already haven't gotten spiderbit in over a month (I think the official count on the twitter account is at like 32 right now help) who knows how long its gonna be before we get them again and we might literally only get them for less than three months afterward what the fuck are we supposed to do with ourselves without spiderbit
man. when u write ur own poetry its like ew i can never be repetitive ever. and when u read multiple poems from one author and find symbols they like to repeat and turns of phrase that they use often. its fucking delightful
With two divorces and three deaths in the family over the last year and a half my family is completely fracturing but mostly I feel sourly grateful that this didn't happen when I was a teenager and I'm really sorry for my younger cousins who are Really Going Through It rn.