1. Nice button-down black shirt.
2. Nice formal black pants.
3. Black low-top Chucks.
If you were wondering, yes, it feels good to be a badass.
Everyone wants to hire me,I feel like a celebrity!Everyone wants to hire me,But not for what I live my life for—I could pimp out twenty bitches,Or deliver sandwiches,But a hundred comic booksWouldn’t get me just one look!I just wanna get my startOn a stage; for music, or art!Why’s it so hard to play my partUnless it’s retail?!It shouldn’t be this hard to beExpressing creativity!Can you explain it clearly?Why the fuck is it so hard being me?!
You don’t really realize how much you miss physical contact with other people until you’ve gone a month doing nothing more than shaking strangers’ hands.
Getting emailed today, being told that your first day of training at a job is tomorrow afternoon.
Without being asked whether or not you want the job.
…Because you don’t want the job.
YES!!!! You were pretty much born a Scott Pilgrim character :P
You’ll note my intentional inclusion of pants to combat your non-pants. On that note, did you notice I tagged you in this post? :P
To smithereens, you say?
My only options are my sketchtastic coworker or some crazy expensive place I can’t afford, you say?
:( I knowwwww. I fail at sleep.
Being awake right now. This is the third night in a row that I’ve fallen asleep around 10ish, only to wake up about four hours later :| GO TO SLEEP, BRAIN.