Time is a fictitious concept.
On with that thought….why has it only been four minutes since I started typing this paper? Why has “time” stretched on forever solely to prolong my agony? I have to get through thirty five minutes of work before I can sup with my roommate.
This paper should take me no longer than twenty minutes if I just bullshit the whole thing.
Crucify me.
Also, pacify me. I’m going fucking bananas over the fact that in just seven short days, I will no longer see two people that I dearly love.
I’m thinking heavily on enlistment and what it would do for my life.
Thoughts? No? Okay.
Baby Bear Diagnosed With Social Anxiety
Bear psychologists have diagnosed a local cub with social anxiety disorder after he exhibited extreme shyness around others.
“Sometimes cubbies can be a little awkward around their peers, but most will grow out of it,” says Dr. Jane Camping. ”But a bear with social anxiety may have setbacks — he won’t be able to eat at the cool kids table, or will be too shy to ask a girl to the Spring Fling dance. So it’s good to diagnose that early on.”
This bear is my spirit twin!
(Source: thefluffingtonpost, via soworthallthistorture)
Well, it’s off to work I go. Here is a picture of me with Lollipop, who I get to have again in just thirty two days!
I miss her.
Third shift sucks. Tonight will be shit. Lame lame McLameypants.
Meet the Family.
Mack the Knife talks about how people who don’t know how attractive they are piss her off. I am also in this video, lacking a cool nickname and wearing a Toy Story shirt.
it Never goes. away.
no matter What You Or They Say
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bed Head supreme.
