LukeandSkybird

I just jumped on a professors desk!

This brown ass dog come running in the office, im at work and I’m moving a professors computer mind you...

This big ass “puppy” come in prancing in

I’m like wtf is this brown thing advancing on me???

He look at me with his little beady eyes and I’m like good doggy good doggy.....please don’t hurt me

Then he start barking and growling and showing his teeth and shit.

Bitch. The ancestors lifted my feet off the ground. I don’t know how I got up on that desk but I did. In a split second, no hesitation.

I’m trying to think of my escape plan. I’m like bruh can I out run motherfucking coojoe. IDK.

Then his owner runs walks in, all calm and shit and apologetic....afterwards he offered to properly introduce me to the dog

(Fauxrebel)

“Blue” is as finished as it will ever be. Take a listen : )

Not to bitch about my job, bc in reality this is the type of job no one my age would dream of passing down, but this job has robbed me off the best parts of myself in exchange for security and money. I’ve never been so lifeless and apt of creativity than when I began working. And i am grateful for this experience but I resent my job. I resent the fact that I am staying for $ at the expensive of my mental and physical well-being. Everyday I clock in when mentally I’m clocked out and too intimidated to take time off, I am slapping myself in the face. I loose sleep over this job. I’ve got guilt over this job and the other places in my life I’m having to abandon for it. I’m only 20, I still have 2 years of undergrad left, I still have time to sort things out. But this job was just too ambitious. I can’t do it for much longer. Not bc I’m not smart enough or good enough. It’s bc my hearts not in it and now I know that whole making money is extemely integral to maintaining your basic needs in life it’s not the only aspect of life. I shouldn’t go white in the knuckles for dough. I should find the things I love and make those things into livings the best way I can. I only have so many years on this planet and to waste them working my life away is fucked up. It’s not a luxury or privilege as a proletariat ass bitch but I must take back my right to happiness over $$, for as long as I can, while I can. I’m in college, dammit! I’m stressing meanwhile my peers are living their best lives. Let me get my ass out there and find my balance. I deserve it.

One of the most traumatic experiences for black 

America and he gotta tell us “I don’t live in Ferguson I live in Beverly Hills” he said ain’t sharpton and now his family is asking sharpton to step in. 

What we old head Sims players call P.E.P.S.

Pre

Expansion

Pack

Syndrome

Earliest diagnosis 

Condition is chronic with mild to severe symptoms, dependent on the pack coming out and the player’s desires.

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