arari Bring Shah. I’ll stock the cat food.
I find it really funny that my computer has been whizzing through the internet at warp speed all day, but the second I run a search for PGH and the Sewol, it screeches to a halt.
The problem with having a batshit conspiracy theorist mother is that I am constantly questioning when my speculation is rooted in awareness or paranoia. Am I thinking critically or am I on the verge of building an underground bunker stocked with thirty years worth of freeze dried food to avoid persecution by our reptilian overloards?
Today my new assistant fired off some shots that solidified her status as the absolute fucking worst. And, stupidly, she did it in such a way that pissed both my coteacher and me off.
May the odds be ever in your favor, you ignoramus.
I’m starving and really hating myself for making and entire loaf of banana blueberry bread last night but leaving it all on my kitchen counter because I didn’t want to end up brainlessly eating junk once I got hungry at work.
I’m hungry at work and lookin to brainlessly eat.