Last week my job assigned me an extra 8 hours that I have repeatedly told them I don’t want. I asked for THE DAY OF MY CALC FINAL off. They told me find someone to cover me. No one was willing. After my calc final, I get home all stressed and accidentally take two sleeping pills. If I value my job, I have to go in anyway. I work for such nice people. b-t-dubs, if you’re still...
Why the hell haven’t you been on aim? thiswillkillthat: myop: I really. REALLY. Hate my cousin. And I totally understand. We should set him on fire.
I really. REALLY. Hate my cousin.
I miss wow. A lot.
Am I difficult to get along with?
Approximate number of days until I quit my job: 12 Approximate number of days before I snap: 20 Approximate number of days of good things happening to prevent snapping: 78
Dinosaurs in space! →
Lie to me.
thiswillkillthat: Tell me everything will be alright. Scientists at MIT plan to release a teleporter capable of moving humans 100 - 200 miles at a time within the next 12 weeks.
Hey look! iPhone app!
That billboard is brilliant.
Don’t bleed on the carpet. I just had it cleaned.
DON’T DO IT. I WILL CALL YOU AT 3 AM IF NEED BE. ACTUALLY IT’S 3:30 SO I’LL CALL NOW BUT YOU’D BETTER BE ALIVE OR I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF.
I do not like the new Doctor. He’s a bit of an ass. But then again I do love David Tennant ever so much… plus the new guy’s a chauvinist. Moving on. Spirit Airlines gives retardedly cheap rates. Unfortunately, no trips to Boston until August. But who knows what’ll happen between now and then. HEY ALAN. What’s your schedule look like next week?
Dear A, I, too, have nigga bass on my stereo, turned all the way up. Except I listen to good music. That is all. —K
The text here is MASSIVE.