My brother’s visiting with his new girlfriend in a couple of days and it’s my day off/my dad is on vacation so of course its deep clean time, and I’m doing the baseboards fussing like “Oh my god I’m so sorry” to all the little spiders. Trying to get rid of grime and cobwebs, but leave all the occupied spider houses that I find so no one gets hurt. scurry scurry

I spend my whole day going myself outside of my comfort zone to please strangers, no, mom, I don’t want to fucking have breakfast with my brother’s new girlfriend. I don’t care. I don’t want to get up early before a full retail shift to pretend to be besties with a stranger. I want to be half naked and grumpy in my own house, alone, eating cereal, up at a normal hour before work. Like a normal person.

But then again I could use the opportunity to tell her what a horrible person my brother is and to run, run as far as she can

Irony at its finest

When a lot of kids are little a big thing is like “When I grow up, I’m going to be PRESIDENT” or “I’m gonna be a king/queen!”. When I was little I recognized that power meant responsibility and I was like fuck that shit, when I grow up I’m going to go into the woods and be an animal

23 years later I manage an entire store and everyone comes to me with their bitching and stupid bullshit and when something goes wrong everyone looks to me to fix it, when I’m as clueless as the next person because I’ve literally been there a month

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