I must go, my people need me.
Goodbye forever.
(Don’t die before I get back.)
Ugh. almost there. Just one, more, small, hurdle…
Get up, and go to friggin’ work today. You have no choice. Do it, do it and it’s smooth sailing until the end of june. Go. You’ve earned this. Go and fucking get it. Also, pack FFS.
Really, it’s the Ad placement that completes this.
Pissed they sent me home from work due to scheduling mishap, but my twitter timeline never fails to restore my faith in humanity.
Would they hold, or would they come crashing down, the both of them; foolish and dead?
…But as the ground came up to meet him in that last second as he plummeted all the way down, just before he hit, two arms grabbed him.
It’s not just make believe, when they make me take a seat
And they put amphetamines in the air and make me breathe.