How to college:
- drink coffee
I hate Sunday nights. The dark, quiet, restrained nature they have, the impending doom of work the next morning. After letting you run free for two whole days, you are once again subjected to the chains of the 9-5. A grueling, soul-crushing, fruitless ritual we do to gain power, and social status. Do a good enough job to earn a good enough paycheck to buy a good enough car to catch a good enough woman to have good enough sex and have good enough children and have a good enough life, until you die under the eerie discomfort of dull fluorescent lighting and some temp on the graveyard shift dumps your body in the morgue to the shattering sound of no one caring.
get rich or die trying to graduate from college
Okay lovelies, I’ve been using this other tumblr for a while now, and I’m looking for more blogs to follow, so If you think we might have similar blogs and would like me to check yours out, go ahead and message me on that blog (even if THIS blog is already following you).
Okay lovelies, I’ve been using this other tumblr for a while now, and I’m looking for more blogs to follow, so go ahead and message me on that blog and I will be happy to check yours out (even if THIS blog is already following you).
A haiku about working in retail
Why’d you put that there
That’s not where you got that from
You lazy asshole