is working on the weekend and having to change rooms because you can hear your neighbours having sex and it’s quite obvious that they’re having much more fun than you are.
Can someone remind me what a day off feels like? Also sex?
Passive-aggressive attention whoring, now in the temperate desert of the Okanagan where moisturizer is much more important
*rushes to buy a plane ticket*
Heh, I didn’t specifically need to be shown
Day off? Feels like a warm-baked batch of cookies, fresh out of the oven, that someone’s taking away from you in two minutes.