Two three things learned today:
- Trying to trim and maintain the sides of your head for a mohawk is really difficult to do on your own, moreso when the only mirror has fogged up.
- You should gel your hair AFTER putting your shirt on
- This margarita float tasted super good
Strawberry margarita mint chocolate chip float in a #1 Grandma wineglass.
Saturday starts now
Inspired by every student whose told they can’t be an artist because it doesn’t “make enough money”.
Fuck this mind set fuck it fuck it, rent, bills, food, transportation, clothing, HEALTH, these are all things that everyone must deal with and just prancing through your life REFUSING to settle for a job that will provide money for BASIC NEEDS is classist, ableist, and just plain idealistic and uninformed.
You can’t just open a fucking yarn shop out of nowhere and expect to do well and be able to provide healthcare for yourself, security for yourself, and don’t even get me started on EMPLOYEES that will be depending on YOU to provide their income.
I hate this idea that you can just float through life and get away with doing something you can enjoy because otherwise EVERYONE would be doing that.
Mmnnyeah, it’s a little hard to get creative when you have no reliable means of generating income to provide you with things you NEED like, uh, food. It’s this something called, uh… oh, yeah. The Hierarchy of Needs. Look it the fuck up, you crotch clown.
Like you can just OPEN a yarn store as easy as that. Waltz into a loan office and show them your knitted scarf and tell them “no but I like to knit.”
Seriously though, what even is with the internet and Velma.
I’m so bad I’m so bad I’M SO BAD AT DOTA 2
I just want to play as a happy little Storm Spirit but I keep getting him killed
and it’s wearing down on my heart
Oh, also I only ever stuck around role play servers, and always played jokey-troll characters. Like an undead guy who would just hang around the blood elves and give them shit for complaining about their petty little elf problems when he doesn’t even have a fucking jaw quit your whining. Oh, it’s such a burden living without your little Sun Well or whatever? My dick fell off last week and I didn’t even call in sick for work. GET OVER IT.
The severs were always packed with rogues and deathknights and forsaken characters who always were playing these ~dark, tragic, misunderstood characters~ and I’d play a zombie or a deathknight who’s just a straight up asshole who is completely unapologetic about it.
Or I’d be a surly waitress running a bar, and I’d nag on people if they didn’t buy drinks from me. “Hey, there’s plenty of people who wanna talk purple prose by the fireplace who are PAYING CUSTOMERS. Go wax philosophy on your own dime and FOR GOD SAKES WHO TOLD THE DRUID HE COULD SIT AROUND IN TIGER FORM ON MY FLOORBOARDS.
My li’l gnome Deathknight.
His express purpose was to be a world travelling badass who would absolutely not tolerate jokes about his height.