woke up this morning and all i could remember from my dream was a vivid image of picking up a bottle of tylenol, finding it full of broken white crayons and just yelling "Why the fuck are my painkillers crayola"

Love when public transport makes a major detour and just, doesnt make any effort to alert riders the best thing ever

Economy is so fucked I'm ready to try and sell my soul to satan for grocery money

I have no idea how to social media

Current mood:
Ready to fist fight a silverback gorilla for a pizza