Basically, this post would have been accented by a fabulously retarded photo of absolutely nothing important, but alas, my camera cord is still hating me.
I am not comforted by the fact that I am also a postal idiot. Slowly I will develop the habit of touching everything three times. If I fail to do so I will go into fetal position and DIE!! I have spent the last couple of hours obsessing over everything in the store. Paranoia has run rampant in my head. I managed to quiet the fear of fucking everything up until I got to the deposit. Holypiss, the deposit!!! I have become obsessed with the notion that I failed to put it in the safe (which I'm fairly certain I did but in my head its sitting on the counter, ripe for the taking by masked ninjas). Until tomorrow morning I am forever doomed to be dwelling on the deposit issue. It shall be a night of fun and goodtimes.
c'est moi
- chelsey
- Hallo! I'm a third year political science student, from which I have developed an obsession with the Middle East and Islamic politics. le sigh. I have a rock out face like none other . . . it involves me grinning like a fool, eventually it turns into a grimace, which is awesome and horrifying. My grin has been know to split the coast in half and is the source of all things neat and disastery. Clearly, I am the least self-obsessed person EVAH! Lately, I have been obsessed with looking like a Russian peasant girl . . . fuck you hipsters! Tight jeans are out and poverty is in! Also, sometimes, I enjoy taking pictures of random things and calling it "art" . . . it's a trick to fool the masses into thinking my reclusive manner is due to overwhelming artyness and not a mental disorder. Neat! Plus when you're artistic you can be moody and weird and it's endearing, so basically everyone has to love me. Oh yes. I hate zombies and I've pretty much convinced myself that I have ADD .
1 comment:
Oh wow. 3 times?? It's getting worse and worse. Seriously. Seek help. In a major way.
-K
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