auntie anne’s is so fucking good. holy shit. this is gonna be my last job because I’m gonna eat too many pretzels and die. goddamn.
that’s some classy-ass shit
please enjoy this video of me talking to my cat
is 5ever still a meme? b/c I’ve been saying that unironically for like. a year now at least. it’s so natural now I can’t stop.
just counted it all up. in the 7 weeks I worked at tilly’s I worked for a combined 23 hours. My first week at auntie annes I’m scheduled for 22
i got a job at auntie anne’s pretzels and I’ll have to check but I think they scheduled me for more hours in my first week than all my time at tilly’s combined
i need to learn french so I can read the original version of les miserables and understand/appreciate all the untranslatable puns my man sick vic is making
A Short Halloween PSA
Hey the thing I reblogged earlier reminded me to mention this:
I can promise all my followers that I do not post or reblog jump scares, ever, because A) I don’t like them and they suck, and B) I know at least a few of my followers have anxiety in one form or another and I’m not going to be that jerk.
So yes. There will be no jump scares from this blog, just wanted to ease your minds preemptively.