Cleaning Out The Containers Of Paints Lab Students Have Mixed In The Prop Shop And So Far My Favorites

restaurant staff will laugh as they watch me struggle with the little toothpick machine but I look like a twelve year old boy so they think it’s endearing

I think it’s time to start squandering my youth

yeah, I guess you could say I’m pretty sick

*puts on a pair of rad sunglasses*

sick… as frick

*immediately starts coughing so hard the sunglasses fall off*

I had a dream about Columbo at a drag show. This is what came from it.

I love sitting right next to my friend in an otherwise empty room, casually sending them tumblr posts and not saying anything. it’s like enrichment for me

if you try to stop me from committing a war, you’re directly contributing to my war

hiding in the dark recesses of the backroom lying in wait to chuck stuffed animals at the unsuspecting

the thing about macgyver is that he’s so full of t-boy swag

probably definitely not the person sitting right next to me in the grad office commenting on my posts

it’s like a fun game to me to make overly specific posts about my life and my friends only for said friends to immediately hold up their phone to me with accusation in their eyes and the post on their screen or sometimes in fact loudly putting me on blast in the grad office during lunch break when everyone is in the room

the freedom of being allowed to enjoy things again :)