fancier

I have a job interview tomorrow. I hate dressing nice. I hate being asked ridiculous things like, "Tell me about a time when you were loyal to your employer." How about the 7892 times when I didn't burn the fucking office building down to the goddamn ground?

Right this instant there are tiny white butterflies outside of my window. That just put me in a good mood.



I would make such a cool crack addict.