I Don’t Even Know Yall

I work at a pizza place near my house and one of my old middle school friends is a driver there so obviously I spend time with her the most when she’s not on a delivery and ig one of our older drivers came up to her a few weeks ago and told her I was in love w her and we laughed abt it but honestly I see it cause she texted me that she wanted nuggies like as soon as I got off and i made Dino nuggies that I had at home then drove back to the store to give them to her so I see where he’s coming from

Actually I might be a little in love w her???

Lmao we don’t even talk anymore

do you ever think about dead versions of yourself that are fossilized in someone else's mind

i see that this one kind of fucked everyone up

to be fair, I was kind of fucked up already, but yes can confirm now more fucked up.

I love my job, but reblogging employment jelly for someone else I love.

There are political newspaper comics that aren't this succinct

He was right: I do not believe my eyes.

“really?” I say to inanimate objects that are not working like they usually do

“Stay.” I glare at inanimate objects that continuously fall over

“Thank you!” I say exhasperatedly to the inanimate objects when they do finally work right/stay put

“Sorry! I say to the table I bumped into

“SHHH” I say to the inanimate object that keeps making noise

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” I huff at the persistent kitchen timer.

“why are you like this?,” I grumble at the inanimate object that is doing it again

“Please don’t yell at me,” I say to the inanimate object that is making vague beeping/the- function-you-attempted-didn’t-work noises

“Good job!!” I say to the inanimate object that has completed the task it was created to do.

“Don’t you dare” I grit at the printer making one noise more than normal.