anyhoo i am normal and a good worker and i one hundred percent do not have anything wrong with me physically nor mentally i am a good worker bee

also thinking about all this future stuff almost (almost) got me in a car accident today bc i was panicking in my head and didn’t notice a lane merge but its fine nobody was hurt and the dude i cut off was a big ass pickup so he would’ve been fine anyway if i did crash

pls can somebody give me a job where they put me in a corner to have me organizing documents all day and nobody talks to me thanks

crying and sobbing bc why cant what im actually good at be a job for me

instead i fucked up and chose a career path i bore and tire of easily

i quit music (not by choice), im not good enough at art to pursue that, my attention to detail and love for mundane tasks are not a livable wage job, and i dont want to make the one thing i love right now (crocheting) my job bc it doesnt make livable money (without social media) and i dont want to monetize of off the one thing that i love

i fucked my self over sideways

did it work

did it work

*crawls out of dirt hole covered in mud and grime and blood and heavily wounded*

i made a linkedin profile

1/10 TMM review

“Well, to each their own”

5/10 TMM review that confidently and incorrectly states that Turning Out iii is sung by Jack

Indescribable rage

1/10 TMM review

“Well, to each their own”

5/10 TMM review that confidently and incorrectly states that Turning Out iii is sung by Jack

Indescribable rage

Who’s the bitch they keep on retainer at Lumon to paint foreboding wall size oil paintings on a 12 hour deadline

Who’s the bitch they keep on retainer at Lumon to paint foreboding wall size oil paintings on a 12 hour deadline

okay so I'm having a debate with my flatmates

are these all different things and if so what do you call them

okay so I'm having a debate with my flatmates

are these all different things and if so what do you call them

yes

cardigan/sweater, hoodie, sweatshirt/pullover

i think there’s actually nothing better than being randomly told “I love you” after doing something characteristically stupid. Like what do you mean I’m a lovable person and I just did something silly and you thought “of course you would do that. I love you.”. No better feeling

i think there’s actually nothing better than being randomly told “I love you” after doing something characteristically stupid. Like what do you mean I’m a lovable person and I just did something silly and you thought “of course you would do that. I love you.”. No better feeling