the ships are left to rust
HELLO. I'm still here, just about. I've been pretty down this uhhh, entire month? and thus suddenly discovered that the emotional disconnect/style over substance that put me off of tumblr in the first place is suddenly immensely appealing when you don't really feel like forming sentences.
So I started working at Waterstones just over a week ago, which is fine/reasonably enjoyable as far as retail jobs go when I'm actually there but when I'm not I hate it with a burning passion. BECAUSE APPARENTLY I AM JUST THAT FICKLE. Really the best thing about it is that I'm getting paid soon, at which point I will get new glasses and actually be able to see properly again. It's the little things.
Here are some silly pictures of Spock, because that is the way I roll these days. (He's not even my favourite character... just, somehow, the most inherently amusing?)
So I started working at Waterstones just over a week ago, which is fine/reasonably enjoyable as far as retail jobs go when I'm actually there but when I'm not I hate it with a burning passion. BECAUSE APPARENTLY I AM JUST THAT FICKLE. Really the best thing about it is that I'm getting paid soon, at which point I will get new glasses and actually be able to see properly again. It's the little things.
Here are some silly pictures of Spock, because that is the way I roll these days. (He's not even my favourite character... just, somehow, the most inherently amusing?)