Tag: fml

“now remember-”
“ok”
“don’t make jokes”
“right”
“i’m serious, no jokes”
“yes ok, professional. no jokes. got it”
*30 seconds into meeting secretary, makes a joke*
*2 minutes into meeting the hiring manager, makes a joke*

i s2g when i have a good job, and after i’ve made all the doctor appointments that my stupid ass needs, i’m fucking buying a cintiq or something like it cause this tiny ass tablet is not working out for me. 

is there a word for when you freeze up and there’s like fucking pins and needles in your skin and your brain goes absolutely blank and the only thing you can concentrate on is the feeling of despair bubbling up from the pit of your soul?

asking for a friend

of course the only open parking spot near my apt was super irritating to work my way into and took me like 5 bazillion hours to make sure I didn’t hit the car in front of me and also wasn’t parked in a “fuck you here’s a ticket” spot

and of fucking course as soon as I walked away four spots simultaneously opened up I’m not fucking kidding three cars side by side left and then this lady walked up to her truck to leave and I just stood there all salty about the world