(no subject)
I think my life would qualify to suck, if not for the precious few things in it that give me joy.
Work is terrible. Way to go on only reading shit when it's bad about you, my fuzzy dogs, and not when the livelihood of a stores social constructs are at risk.
Work is terrible. Way to go on only reading shit when it's bad about you, my fuzzy dogs, and not when the livelihood of a stores social constructs are at risk.