I'm wearing beige pants and a white polo shirt, I have no silver rings, no interesting bracelets, my hair's all tied back, I have to be quiet all the time, I have to do what people tell me to do. Okay, now this is going to be dramatic, are you ready for it?
I feel like my spirit is being CRUSHED, my soul DESTROYED, completely ANONYMOUS
I warned you. Dramatic, but a little bit true.
People need to relax their slacks, that's what they need to do. Take a big old chill pill, shove one of them down their smackers, their big old chops (too much?)
I'm battling with this whole working concept. Maybe taking four months holiday wasn't the BEST idea. I lie. It totally was. It's just hard getting back into it all again.
Hello everyone reading this post, by the way. Sorry to be so grumpy. Shall I just post another picture of a tarsier? Shall I just go ahead and do that? If you insist
tee hee
