Monday, November 3, 2014

How's your engine runnin'? // Wishes on a wheel

The contact that you make
The moment when a memory aches
Who can tell
You do it well
Wishes on a wheel
How's it supposed to feel



Happy harvest time, folks! Guess whose house has had a massive influx of vegetables.

Spoilers, now help us eat all these vegetables

I've been pretty busy -- Halloween was...interesting and mad. I didn't manage to complete my goals for the evening (get drunk, have someone recognize my costume, find a cute/geeky person to smooch). I didn't really expect the second or third, but I feel like completing the first would definitely have assisted with the overall madness that ended up overtaking the evening; ALAS. Still a good time, though -- ran into more people than I was expecting, and had a great fucking time at SpaceBar, wishing only that I'd pre-gamed (since they only serve beer/wine).
Costume was super lazy effort-wise, by the way; I just went as my waifu again, since it was simple and a good work costume -- again, I didn't really expect anyone to get it, but it was so fitting for work that I felt awesome all day anyway. BOOKS.

H...hon wa sukida

Also I am not photogenic

HON WA SUKIDA

My manager told me she trusted me the other day and then kind of(?) complimented me the other night? It didn't/doesn't feel real. All my paranoia is going off like this is leading up to some kind of horrible trap or something. She is waving a tiny scrap of bacon in front of a puppy that has been kicked a lot, and this puppy simply cannot gauge the legitimacy of said bacon and will instead err on the side of doubt, thank you. Or hey maybe, you know, maybe the bacon would be more enticing if it came with medical benefits.

Enough of that crap. Where did I put all the cool shit I was going to post?
OH SHIT YEAH SPEAKING OF BOOKS
Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiirl


You ready for some news stuff yo

This shit breaks my brain on a regular basis. Even Idaho is fucking beating you on this shit, Missouri; EVEN IDAHO. WE HAVE ASSHOLE PARADES. How are you a part of my country with this shit, fucking hell.





That's it for me tonight; I've been swarmed with human interaction for like five days straight, and I'm beat. Every battery needs a recharge.


Won't you tell me my brother








I get lost

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