I try not to be one of those crazy childfree people but working amongst suburban normies from loving families feels like being in the fucking zombie apocalypse I'm constantly fighting for my fucking life in here. They fully expect me to give them a complete explanation of my childhood trauma, my experience with men, a rundown of my sex life, a psychoanalysis of my mother, a blood test, an IQ test, a hymen restoration, $100, and a lapdance. And then they might accept that I don't want a husband and children.
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2024 dream journal
Poggers
imagine watching this happen to your poor parents and then a few years later your first major film role is as a Russian in a slapstick comedy making fun of the red scare. That must've felt good as fuck.
another day at work where I sit and do nothing for 9 hours. another day that I must convince myself was worth it. lets get this bread I guess.
the maintenance guy is sooo hot I'm gonna start breaking shit so he has to come by and fix it
alright losers show of hands. who here thinks that "exploitation film" means the actors were literally unfairly exploited
happiest i was yesterday was sticking my head out the window driving thru the woods after the kentucky derby. happiest i was this week was seeing wiener dawgggg.
soooo miserable with my job lately. i want to give up all my worldly possessions. except for the ones i like. π§π»ββοΈ πΆ i miss my old man and his 2 ugly wiener dogs.