I should not have to wakeup this early on my birthday. I was having a lovely dream where I was a scientist giving a presentation to kids on how to use a microscope.
I just almost choked to death on a piece of chocolate.
I am blogging from the almost ghost realm.
"the oily inside of a potato chip bag"
Jeeezuss That was accurate.
I was offered a job at Ulta earlier (obviously earlier. they aren’t open at 1:45am).
It’s kind of tempting but the drive wouldn’t make it worth it. I was surprised she offered it to me. I looked too much like the oily inside of a potato chip bag to get offered a job in a cosmetics store, but I just said the words “flat top brush” and she asked me if I wanted a job.
I do love my flat top brushes though.
Happy birthday, don’t cry in public.
What am I supposed to do with myself then?
Fight Club (1999).
shocking update from updated satellite images reveal missouri does, in fact, not exist
i fucking knew it
this shit right here
No can do! No no no-no no no-no no no-no no can doooooo!
“They say the family of the twenty-first century is made up of friends and not relatives. Then again, maybe that’s just bollocks.”