I HAVE THREE DAYS OFF.
After working 4 am to 9 am and 4 pm to 11 pm every day last week, I have three days off.
I’m crying. I’m so excited.
So I’m still blind in my left eye. That’s awesome.
Mean people are making my day really go down the drain. :(
"the raven" only its about macklemore. thanks for following my blog
once inside a thrift shop dreary, while i browsed there, weak and weary,
over many a quaint and curious greatcoat of forgotten bore—
while I nodded, puissance sapping, suddenly there came a yapping,
as of some one whitely rapping, rapping at my bargain store—
“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “rapping at my bargain store—
only this and macklemore.”
If you assign every English letter a number value (ie: A=1, Z=26) then somewhere within the number pi is your entire life, including all the thoughts you’ve ever had, will have, and didn’t know you had. Your childhood, career, and eventual anticlimactic death are all there, supporting the fabric of the universe.
this gif in there too
*has anxiety attack before every shift of work*