First day back at having a routine and shit

I already miss being unemployed but I guess it’s good to be doing something with myself again

I start my new job tomorrow I’m gonna throw up

theseviolentdelights:

you roared into the driveway of our
southwestern ranch-style house
on a new Kawasaki
all yellow and black
fresh out of the showroom
our house faced west
so the big orange sun 
positioned at your back
lit up your magnificent silhouette
how much better, how much better could my life get?
nine hundred cubic centimeters of raw whining power
no outstanding warrants for my arrests
whoa, the pirate’s life for me
I hopped on the back of the bike
wrapped my arms around you
I sank my face
into your hair
and then I inhaled
as deeply as I possibly could
you were sweet and delicious
as the warm desert air
and you pointed your headlamp toward the horizon
we were the one thing in the galaxy god didn’t have his eyes on
nine hundred cc’s of raw whining power
no outstanding warrants for my arrest
goddamn, the pirate’s life for me

(via omegablaster)

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"People who dismiss the unemployed and dependent as ‘parasites’ fail to understand economics and parasitism. A successful parasite is one that is not recognized by its host, one that can make its host work for it without appearing as a burden. Such is the ruling class in a capitalist society."
- Jason Read (via thirstyheathen)

(Source: reddit.com, via thirstyheathen)

Today I went to Victoria’s Secret and got fitted for a bra and found out that I am a 32D, which surprises and delights me because I feel like a goddess now

I also got a pair of panties with batman on them

all in all I think I had a successful excursion

last night I went to a party and met a bunch of my new coworkers and I got so very drunk and I just remembered that somebody talked me into chasing a shot of vodka with mustard

why

I just sewed a bunch of patches onto a jacket and I am so pleased with how it turned out