IM ALIVE

i regained my godamn mind.

all i do at work is fold origami. they end up looking like dead frogs. there's this really old godamn lady with the typical inverted scrunched inwards face that sits by me and won't shut the hell up about her bomb shelter and how she can't get over the deal she got for it (800$ at home depot? they sell bomb shelters now?). i hope she ends up fighting this other really old dude at work who looks like a cross between little richard and a scrambled egg. old people fights are insanely hilarious in that bounce-off-the-pavement-when-they-land way.

i'm just horrible at saying no.