Cya space cowboy
Yeah, so today I was at fedex. Like always, i'm lost in thought out there. Basically you are out there slinging boxes and you talk to someone occasionally, but for the most part it is just you and the boxes. I am not crazy. Boxes cannot talk. They do however have a story. Boxes tell you how they have been treated along their journey. They will love you or hate you. If the box is in a bad mood, you will need band-aids. A happy box will...well i'll leave that for you to fill in. There is a point to this rant. You can't judge a box by its size and where it is going. The smallest boxes will always kick your ass while the bigger boxes are never easy to handle, but are sometimes the lightest. Okay, i've lost it. I'm talking about fucking boxes....
Anybody have an idea for a plant for my room?
Anybody have an idea for a plant for my room?