(via drexin)’
heyyy twitter status from a few days ago.
interrobangin:
me: I never heard back from the library about my job application. Hmm.
me: Well, I did write “And I’m really good at the internet.”
me: Yeah, maybe the janitorial staff is hiring.
I didn’t hear back, either! Stupid library.
I sent an e-mail about needing to leave Social Research 30 minutes early for a “personal appointment.”
Said appointment is actually a vet appointment for my kitten.
I’m sure he thinks that I either contracted an STD or got pregnant during the three day weekend.
I did this last night for the second time in my life. I really love when the guys upstairs have people over, because when I walk up in my pajamas, or my dress and monkey slippers, all of the girls judge me until they realize that I’m a resident here. Then they long for my approval, attempting to strike up a conversation about a boring topic after I saw them judge my footwear.
I almost feel bad for them, seeing how much effort they put into looking nice for a group of guys that care more about putting a ball in a cup than getting laid.
This trash is going outside. I will not maneuver around a leaky trash bag when I’m trying to clean the kitchen.
