At My Work Chuckling At The Silly Little Bar Staff Who Only Know How To Do Their Silly Little Bar Things

*sound of my psyche shattering into a billion pieces*

Another day another "I was born after the year 2000, why do I have the back problems of a 78 year old man that had half his spine removed after getting mauled by a bear?"

Idea for a new profession. Anarchyologists. They go undercover as normal archeologists but then they take artifacts from one sight and move them to a completely different sight to confuse the actual archeologists.

Never thought that I'd be cackling like a mad scientist at the prospect of going to bed early, but here I am.

News Years Resolution! Survive.

We should play Castle Crashers together some time

kinda adorable how it takes the moon almost exactly a month to blink

Sometimes I get this big stupid grin on my face and I fucking live for that feeling