Ah, Wait I Forgot:

you can only reblog this today

Fucker.

They could still be mean to me... I'd like the gift card though.

Part of me secretly believes that if I make a really, really good and perfect piece of art that it will prevent people from ever being mean to me again. They'll say, "Wait, aren't you the one that made the really, really good and perfect piece of art? I'm so sorry for what I said. I thought the art was so good. I wish I had never hurt your feelings, now that I realize you are the one who made the art. I also have decided to agree with your political opinions. Here's a gift card."

The verdict is out. As retribution for never having worked at the house of burger, I am doomed to spend two days in the late-night Mcdonald's. A fate only known to an unlucky few, that I will soon have to count myself a part of.

Bitch, that's Kevin...

Healer Cowboy Glam

Absolutely.

What an amazing spell!  Would you cast it? 

"Hold on, let me slither into something a little more comfortable." I say putting on a suit made of someone else's skin.

Got stuck in my hoodie today. Let me out you godless bastard I love you.

Oh and:

Talk to men.

So far today at work I've had to:

Clean blood off of a door,

Manage three entrances by myself, all very far apart,

Learn how to turn off the handicap lock,

Let two groups into the building at the same time, from opposite doors,

And catch like, 30 seels in Pokémon Go.

I got here two hours ago.