Customers at work ask me how I’m so perky so early in the morning and the answer is it’s my job?
I would literally lose my job if I didn’t smile sweetly and keep my tone positive while asking you if I can do anything else to bastardize your coffee.
I fantasize about marrying the love of my life and growing old together in my cardboard box in the alley
I guess I’m just a homeless romantic
I miss Harry. He just reblogged a post of mine.
I miss Lloyd and Nancy and Sonnet.
I miss them all as individuals and all as a group.
I love you guys so much.
mutual love, brother
Our Christmas lights are up, the sounds outside are soft, i am surrounded by my comforter, and we’re using sonnet’s old wishbone sheets as curtains
this is bliss
but its really cold so we are probably going to die
Macaroni artists suffer for their Kraft.