I swear it wasn’t me that scrolled through all those posts…
Sometimes I’m just minding my own business, Tumbl’n and rebloggin’ and shit, and suddenly I get to a point on my dash where I start to recognize posts and I think, “hey guys, post faster! I’ve already seen this stuff!” so I scroll to the top to refresh and I’m on page like 27 or something. Or if I haven’t been on Tumblr for a while, I don’t realize how long I’ve been scrolling until I’m up to page 63. Okay so maybe I should go downstairs and check on the soup I’m making…
"I’d like the best possible outcome, please."
If only life were as easy as saying “I’d like the best possible outcome, please” in a notes field. Unfortunately, it is not. Actually I don’t think that works for anything.
On a job application: “I’d like to be payed more than your company’s CEO, please.” DONE. Not. Really?
Maybe if you put the work in. Be exemplary. Maybe someone will take note of the effort you’ve put forth, and the outcome will indeed be favourable. Maybe not? That’s life.
But it’s sure as hell not as easy as saying “please just give me this thing” in a notes field on a form. No, that doesn’t work. Not unless you can show me why you deserve it.
No more emails. Give me chocolate.
Having to answer a bunch of emails to whiny bitches who don’t know how to follow directions or be polite to strangers or people who control their fate is making me want to stress eat. That, paired with my current state of bleeding lady organs, and I’m mostly inclined to stress-eat all the chocolate.
Imma be fat! Fat and sassy. And pissed off at the world. Yessss.