My life in pictures.
Why am I up this early? Work, that is why. Fuck that. (Imagine my snobby voice here.) This is just uncivilised.
I have to go to work and do shit and probably stay late and go shopping after for the fucking St. Nick's gift exchange (think Secret Santa) on Saturday because I have no other time in the week to buy shit as I work retail hours. (The ironies of my job, yeah.) And then I'll come home and go to bed because I got up in the middle of the night. Uncivilised, I tell you.
This will be me for the rest of the day
and then I'll hit the silly moods brought on by my terrible deprivation and hardships, like so
until this happens
I need to stare at something pretty now. Like this.
You're all very welcome. See you on the other end of the day. Murp.
I have to go to work and do shit and probably stay late and go shopping after for the fucking St. Nick's gift exchange (think Secret Santa) on Saturday because I have no other time in the week to buy shit as I work retail hours. (The ironies of my job, yeah.) And then I'll come home and go to bed because I got up in the middle of the night. Uncivilised, I tell you.
This will be me for the rest of the day
and then I'll hit the silly moods brought on by my terrible deprivation and hardships, like so
until this happens
I need to stare at something pretty now. Like this.
You're all very welcome. See you on the other end of the day. Murp.