August 2011
I wish I could make money off my love for things. the love I have for characters in televisions shows. i’d be so rich mayne.
sjdkhgskufhgdk yes. Oh god yes. ;;_;;
- Bart: All right, you're right, you're right, let's, let's just forget about that. Here: let me read to you from my play. Ahem.
- [cockney] "`Kippers for breakfast, Aunt Helga? Is it St. Swithin's Day already?'
- `'Tis,' replied Aunt Helga" --
- Lisa: I'm going, I'm going!
And you work in retail.
OH GOD IT’S ALL TRUE *sobsobsob*
By all means, please insist that I’m not actually able to do something I assure you will improve your DVD. It’s a professional disc cleaning machine, it WILL work, it’s not like the ones your friends buy at the store and then fail to use.
But I’ve only worked here for six fucking years, I couldn’t possibly know what I’m talking about.
We hate you because you assume that a part-time, high school employee is personally responsible for creating the policies and programs of a nation chain store.
Or in my case, that the dead-inside, MA-holding clerk being responsible for a store she doesn’t own and could burn down given proper monetary incentive.
Look I’m sorry you think the rental contract bullshit. I didn’t write it or make it up, and you need to learn how to read.
Everything about this is true and amazing and it seems like I should have written it but I didn’t but I wish I did.
the-crazy-world-of-bamboozlepig:
First, turn on your computer and pull up whatever story you’re stuck on. Read all that you have written so far, decide that you hate it, and delete it. Then think ‘ehh, maybe there was something workable within there’, so you try to retrieve it by hitting the undo button. Feel a GREAT sense of…
My neighbors probably think I watch porn day and night.
Everything about everything this says is brilliant.
And now I’m reblogging everything. I’m sorry. Don’t worry, my laptop battery will run out soon and then I’ll calm down.