excerpts from my autobiography
but this blog is about periods and cats.
I wasn’t selected for the assistant branch manager position and while HR usually calls me at home, they decided to notify me at work this time, which is great, you know, because I was wondering when I’d get to cry in the staff bathroom.
I felt pretty dumb and babyish and, like, of course I didn’t get the job when I can’t keep myself together, but then the branch manager called me into her office to talk about it and she started crying. So we sat there crying about what an excellent, blubbering team we would have made and then put on brave faces and continued to rock the information needs of our patrons.
What can you do.
(via lezbrarian)
cats can’t get enough of this butt
i wish that instead of really annoying guys coming up to you in the street to hit on you it was really cool girls who were like hey i like your hair do you want to come over and have some wine and hang out and do eachother’s nails really dope and eat foods and talk shit about all the strange men that have hit on us
(via squidbird2)
staring into my own beady little eyes while I pee @ my parent’s house
“I’m one of the few nice guys left” say 300,000 manchildren in unison
(via meanmissusjosephine)
This book is due back today and someone has a hold on it, but like ~sorry to that person~ because I am willing to rack up some fines for it. It is just taking me a long time to read because at the end of every chapter I have to put it down and breathe and watch Bob’s Burgers or read some YA dystopian lit for a while.
I really wish there was a way to like someone’s reblog/commentary without liking the original post.
