I have to clock in soon and I’m sick with what i like to accidentalis glutenitis.
i am no amateur taking selfies with Starbucks.
This is a fucking almond milk turtle blender from Ziggi’s PTL.
i wonder how many people i’m in the “i’d be down if you asked” zone with
basically everyone is in mine
inboccaallupo-crepi do you know of anyone who could help?
Hey if anyone knows of somewhere this queer nonbinary kid can sleep tonight in Denver Colorado please hit me up I’m gonna be stuck there until tomorrow evening when I get a train home
contact #:301 388 8193
I’m on a ten minute break at work so i can’t help much, but hit up prax(us). 720-317-7009.
I’m on break at work because i had a panic attack so bad i hyprventilated while taking orders :] only seven more hours of this…
watch this while listening to Zedd
i’m just talking don’t judge me
If i’m being looked at, i’m either going to do metal horns or hold up a gun.
i don’t usually have a gun.
i killed zombies last night with military grade training laser guns. All head shots. Some of them wouldn’t fucking die for like five minutes.
That was nice.
i don’t really feel like doing anything else ever again.
I don’t understand working out to music. Maybe classical music when running but that’s the limit of where it makes sense.
if i don’t have music, my mind wanders, and i just stop working out.
Eventually, i’ll stare off into space or just start walking instead of running or something. But if i have music, the rhythm drives me and my body doesn’t forget what it’s doing.
But i know i’m a complete weirdo.