Today
Was pretty motherfucking awesome.
I found out I got the job at TJ Maxx and even though I don’t know any specifics (hours, pay, shift, etc.) I’m still really excited.
I get to go shopping tomorrow for new fancy work clothes. If I’m gonna work at TJ Maxx, I’m gonna have to look like a maxxinista. (Or at least not a frumpy hippie who mainly wears pajamas.)
I’m incredibly excited to spend some of this money that we’ve got saved up and have money coming in regularly again.
Also, more shopping will be had once I get a sweet enployee discount.
All of these thoughts are why I’m not asleep right now. I have an unquiet brain.
My interview.
Went incredibly well. Too bad it wasn’t actually for a job and too bad that it doesn’t matter too terribly much what my staffing counselor thinks of me.
But she likes me so hopefully she’ll tell the HR people at the offices I’m sending my resume to that I’m awesome.
Now to type up a bitchin’ resume so I can score an almost $11 per hour job just sitting and typing… which is what I do on Tumblr all day anyway. :D
I’m really incredibly excited.
Also, I’ll get to update my wardrobe with classy, office professional attire. (NEW SHOES, YOU GUYS.) :D
No one get’s lynched for exfoliating is the greatest come back I’ve ever witnessed.
Go, Samantha, go!
(via kitteh-pants)
I had a conversation about getting a top-hatted, monocled owl just yesterday. Literally just yesterday.
(Source: monomonopzo, via evansexcellent)
YOU GUYS.
I definitely just found and bought a pair of Doc Martens at the thrift store for $10.
They’re perfect.
:D
And they look like this: 
These are $100 boots, you guys. ;D
Piercings…
I must be ignorantly awful to my piercings or something because every single one of them has had problems healing.
For example: My helix has been pierced for about 2 weeks. It’s not terribly sore or getting overly crusty. I’m taking care of it per my piercer’s instructions and really trying to just leave it the hell alone.
Problems: Mildly red, whole flat of ear is hot to the touch, kind of itchy, and there is dry skin all around the piercing. Also, I’ve apparently developed a bump on the back of my ear.
I’m wondering if I just need higher grade materials in unhealed piercings because this has happened with literally every single piercing I’ve ever gotten… Never had dry skin before but I’m thinking that might have to do with moving to a drier climate. My hands and arms are covered in dry skin too.
Point is: I’m trying so hard to keep this fresh piercing happy and it’s just not.
Any suggestions?
Adulthood.
I have been sitting in bed for almost 4 hours just playing Pokemon and listening to Brand New.
Just ate Ramen, drank some fruit punch, and ate a cookie.
Oh yeah, I’m a productive member of society.
Now, where’s that damn Horsea? :/
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The Son of Man, by René Magritte
“My painting is visible images which conceal nothing; they evoke mystery and, indeed, when one sees one of my pictures, one asks oneself this simple question ‘What does that mean?’ It does not mean anything, because mystery means nothing either, it is unknowable.”")
The Son of Man, by René Magritte
“My painting is visible images which conceal nothing; they evoke mystery and, indeed, when one sees one of my pictures, one asks oneself this simple question ‘What does that mean?’ It does not mean anything, because mystery means nothing either, it is unknowable.”
(via classyishkates)
nootherendoftheworldwilltherebe:
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
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How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
(Source: setyourphaserstostun, via kitteh-pants)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
