Why do my customers all crouch down and ask me if i’m excited about Santa Claus coming….. I’M AN ADULT!!!! >.<
[You] speak an infinite deal of nothing.
Okay I work at a bag shop where we also make signs and t-shirts as well. We are located in an outside flee market so needless to say the customers we get aren’t the brightest crayons in the box. They ask a lot of really really stupid questions like “do you sell bags?” no sir of course we don’t that giant banner that says ‘We Sell Bags’ and the whole room of bags...
So i love you because i know no other way Pablo Neruda
I did not write this
somebody else’s clothes -piano- I’m just a sock. Pull me from the drawer. I am not, myself, a pair.I don’t belong there anymore. I used to be worn. Argyle and proud. I used to take the longest walks all the way across town. I used to be loved. A ‘match made in heaven’; a sweatshop in Beijing.A gift from the ‘People’s Republic of Low Cost Material...
I was having a bad self esteem day so i texted my man and asked that he would provide me with a compliment to make me feel better. He sends back the lyrics to the “thong song”…. thanks boo. He will NOT be allowed to write his own vows….
To Blog or Not to Blog
I’ve never actually had a desire to blog at all and i still pretty sure i don’t. The thing that basically changed my mind was the background i just put up. I love old maps so i just put it up there because it matches my title. The really next thought… “Well piss now i have to be a blogger”(is blogger the right term?) Anyway so here i am, LOVE ME….vänligen (that...