OH WHY THE FUCK NOT
Here's some passive-aggressive shit for you all, but not really, because I'm bigger than that.
I work. FML. That's all about it.
"Ur, if you want to get anywhere in life, you have to set your goals a little higher."
"...I'm already pretty high, man."
and that's why I don't have another job!
Tonight, I met and became friends with a couple that live around here. Very nice, nerd/geek stock, and very sharing. Very 'let's pass a bowl and a few controllers around in front of our 60" TV'; in short, my kind of people, as far as social activities go. I realized leaving their house that they were the first people I'd met in real life, without an introduction from a friend who knew them already, since... sixth grade. Blew my mind, which didn't take much right then. (That whole situation is going to last for a while, hopefully a few months, then BLOW THE FUCK UP. Gonna be nasty. Calling it now.)
I walk at least two miles a day, to and from bus stops, just to get to work. This week, I work every day except Sunday. Not uncommon. How am I not losing any weight? Am I, and can I just not tell because I don't own a scale? #questionsfortheages #waitthisisn'ttwitter #ithinki'mhavingasocialmedia-relatednervousmeltdown,someonecalltheparamedics
Sometimes, I'm sorry you all know me. Then I pull a Rorschach and scream that I'm sorry I know all of you. properly fucking mental.
I work. FML. That's all about it.
"Ur, if you want to get anywhere in life, you have to set your goals a little higher."
"...I'm already pretty high, man."
and that's why I don't have another job!
Tonight, I met and became friends with a couple that live around here. Very nice, nerd/geek stock, and very sharing. Very 'let's pass a bowl and a few controllers around in front of our 60" TV'; in short, my kind of people, as far as social activities go. I realized leaving their house that they were the first people I'd met in real life, without an introduction from a friend who knew them already, since... sixth grade. Blew my mind, which didn't take much right then. (That whole situation is going to last for a while, hopefully a few months, then BLOW THE FUCK UP. Gonna be nasty. Calling it now.)
I walk at least two miles a day, to and from bus stops, just to get to work. This week, I work every day except Sunday. Not uncommon. How am I not losing any weight? Am I, and can I just not tell because I don't own a scale? #questionsfortheages #waitthisisn'ttwitter #ithinki'mhavingasocialmedia-relatednervousmeltdown,someonecalltheparamedics
Sometimes, I'm sorry you all know me. Then I pull a Rorschach and scream that I'm sorry I know all of you. properly fucking mental.