The perpetual and redundant fear of failing at absolutely anything you try.
pop art did not happen D:
Work meeting went late because of some fucked up employees fucked up mother screaming at my boss about her daughters lack of hours for about 6 days.
Do your selves a favour and make sure your mothers NEVER call in for you to work. Waste of my damn time.
August 1st 2012
Today was one of those days where you’re bank wont offer a large spending limit on your visit cause your boss wont give you set hours, cause she doesn’t want to pay you what key holders are entitled to and your tile is missing 20 bucks and your new drivers license gets lost in the mail and your temp is expired tonight, so you’ll be driving with out a license for two days-WHOA.
What a grand day, what a grand, grand day.
getting ready for work, eating bitchin’ sandwiches, watching mum try to hook me up with some bangin’ engineers who are making my stairs.
Good times at the McPhad res.
Asking my dad if he still loves me even though I sewed out shower curtains like an asshole.
I like breakfast food and sweater weather. Long hair, short hair. Loose tank tops and weird eyes. I like the smell of dirt and rain. And turtles. Turtles are great, too. I like the color red, I like the color green. Grass, giraffes, and red heads. Water. Creeks, streams, the ocean, lakes, ponds….
This was not you.
This was me.
It was silly of you to tag sharks in this as well.
Though I’m flattered you clearly feel close to this piece of writing,
you did not write it. I would appreciate the credit. That’s what reblogging is for, dear.
I’m totally shocked some of you guys know my birthday
Regardless, thanks to all who sent birthday wishes man!
It’s extremely cool!