Fantasies are important. Without them, life is just... what it is.

I do believe that I've lost the one remaining trait that kept me productive at my job: my desire to actually work.

The self-loathing cycle commences, and it is not a good look.

I'm here because nobody I work/ interact with irl knows about this account. That's why I can freely say that I have officially found a new faith in jinx and other superstitious beliefs of the sort. In less than a month of telling two different people that I love my job...
I HATE MY JOB.

Never go clothes shopping when you're feeling fat. Just don't.

Here's how messed up it is inside my head: I actually WANT them to fire me, so that they hire someone else, so that they struggle with that someone else, so that they realize just how good they had it with me.

No, I never claimed to be sane.

Can we all just stop for a minute and comprehend the notion that women are now seeking "filter-like skin tints"? I think it would be a lot cheaper if I never leave my house and exist as a perfect avatar on everyone's phones.

Existential crisis:
Why am I doing this job I'm doing?
Is there another job that could be better? Another form of existence? Another way of doing this?

There are hashtags now?
So, if I say, happy birthday #BryanFerry, other fans will see it?

Introduce yourself with 3 films

Fight Club
Videodrome
They Live

I'm planning to watch a bunch of 80s noir/crime films next week. Compiling a list now.
Excited!

Ever had this unrelenting urge to just call up someone and go, "OH MY GOSH YOU ARE SO PRETENTIOUS."
Because I know I can't do that, but...
Gosh.

I think the most appropriate way to start on here is to mark this accurate screenshot of my barin: I have been listening to the same Roxy Music song on repeat for the past month.