nameraka

him, this can't be the sexiest man alive.

not this house...

ooh... fancy...

i don't deserve that one.

unlimited power. or this badass sword.

Never mind...

i honestly had no idea these two were related.

our tree is in the mail. no. really. it's supposed to arrive on wed.

if you don't agree, you are wrong.

fine, since we're apparently actually doing this.

it's 6 in the morning

well, i got up to got to my part time gig which starts at 7, but i'm having blood sugar issues so i decided to call out but i'm too awake to go back to sleep. you wanted to know all that, didn't you?

Yeah if you could just not. That’d be great...

Actually, no. Don’t do that. That’s a terrible idea.

it's a phantom limb and it's still there; you just can't see it.

dude. chill. oh, right... no weed.

as am i. you were talking about the lovecraftian turkey, right?

misanthrope and i'm quite dry

okay, so without going overboard on detail, i was having panic attacks and suicidal ideation for about 4 months leading up the end of my previous job. i pulled some strings with an old boss and took a big short term hit on pay to take a job that i'd had before and knew i could live with. i did this because i knew i couldn't stay, that i was increasingly likely to harm myself or do something to get myself fired. all that is to say, sometimes you just have to do what you have to do to get out. you spend a huge chunk of your life at your place of employment, and if you can't live with it that's a huge problem.

you should move the apartment to somewhere it doesn't rain

who you calling becky?