My room smells like latex. This concerns me. I have nothing latex in my room. I don’t even own condoms.

I’m going to give up on the pursuit of intelligence and just angst on the couch.

That moment your sitting in a cafe enjoying your coffee and when you look up there is a person blatantly staring at you. And then when you look the other way someone else walks up and tells you that you have the best hair.

What do? 

Why do I go to #philosophy as if someone will have anything worth reading?

machistado:

Watching two people with really thin lips kiss is like watching two vacuum cleaner hoses suck at each other. 

Gross. 

Honestly. Who needs sleep when there are prospects of caffeine in my life?

I absolutely hate the process of looking for a job. 

My resume is all over the place, so it causes more trouble than anything. Although yes, I have worked for a magazine, a mine, a pharmacy, a cafe, and whatnot. Yes, I have volunteered for a sexual awareness resource centre, several designing prospects, volunteer fairs, and several other places. Even though I have years of experience in the workforce and in academia, I do not seem to have “experience.”

Honestly though. What more can you ask for than a hardworking, adaptable young person? 

Just give me the interview. I’ll glamour you with my charming interpersonal skills. 

I’m always terribly surprised when I discover that an author is still living. As if it is an incredible feat for a read book to have a living person behind it.