This is like, the 10,001 time I reblog this, but I love it so much!
if you keep getting push ups drag it while its still high lighted
click and drag
boys with big hands. means they can grip big things, or a lot of everything.
those days when work lasts forever. your work is your responsibility and you can’t give to someone else to finish. it is yours and yours alone.
i had a really long day at work today but i made it through! I toughed it out and made it to the other side.
but tomorrow is yet another day full of more responsibilities.
me: thin legs
me: a better face
me: more friends
me: less bullshit
me: mental health
me: time machine
me: pet dinosaur
me for reals: eh nothing much.
Drive-thru invisible driver prank
> THIS IS WHAT A FRICKING PRANK IS ABOUT! Harmless, gives people a story for a fricking lifetime, brightens people’s day. So glad we got past those douchey pranks like fire in the hole.
> I’m glad to see a drive thru prank that doesn’t completely humiliate the employees.
> He should take one for the team and purposely get pulled over. I want a cop’s reaction.
> I lost it at the guy who kept opening and closing the window and turning around like when he turned back someone was going to be there. That was gold.
> That had greater reactions than I expected. Also… ‘REALLY’
> I wish he had’ve driven off more when they were looking.
> Black people reactions are the best.
> He should’ve gone for the “I’m a ghost” line more, that was hilarious.
Instagram dat joint lol their reaction
i wanna do this lol
My heart is truly at home. I just got back from home after a four day vacation after not seeing them for 5 months. FOUR DAYS! that is never enough time to spend at home. It was only enough to taste freedom and then have it taken away.
Being back here just takes the life out of me. I have always been ok with leaving home to come back to the place where I work. But this time, I have never wanted to just get off of the plane and leave everything behind so much in my life. It makes me wonder why I do this to myself. Why I chose to move away from home in the first place. I can always go back, I know. But once you start working in the real world, it becomes ‘when’ is the next time I can go back.
I have obligations now that I can’t just run away from. But the thought of coming back here, leaving my family that I love to go back to a job that I hate seems so wrong. And the fact that I have no one here. No family, except my friends up here. Yes, I missed my friends and it makes it better to have at least friends to come back to. But I have nothing else to look forward to. All my other friends have significant others to come back here to be with, to let their heart settle on a little piece of peace for their heart. But I have nothing here. I don’t want to be here. I really do hate being here. Never have I hated being here so much in my life. It makes me so sad.
It’s a lonely feeling. I feel so homesick after just coming from home. How is that right? I have to go back to work tonight. I have dreaded this day ever since I got on the plane to go back home. In four days, I knew I would have to do this same shit over again. And my boss had call me while on my vacation to ask if I could cover an extra couple hours at work. HELL NO! not this week of work. I cannot even fathom going back to work to do my regular shift.
I’m crying on the inside, and it hurts so much to put up this front like nothing is wrong when I am so alone, so homesick, so deeply saddened by this whole situation.
But I am so thankful that i got to see my family at least for a little bit. I got to spend Christmas with all of them and it was really great to see everyone like I used to when I was in college with month long breaks. I miss those times so much.
Makes me think if I should move home and find a job there. Then I can be with my family all the time. But I know that I am not ready and eventually after being there for a while will make me tired and regret my decision. I moved away for a reason and I know it was the best decision for me. And for that, I have to reap the consequences, good and bad. I know I will be back eventually, but for the mean time, I sit here and wallow in my depression until life goes back to the way it used to be and I was fine with being alone.
Bad Lip Reading does The Hunger Games> This is the one of the rare things that actually make me laugh out loud on the internet.
This is HILARIOUS
I need to get out of here or my mind will explode! I should be relaxing and preparing my mind for the biggest exam of my life tomorrow. But instead, I am trapped in a place with irritants that is making me stressed. I need to leave.
For the longest time, I have waited for you… waited for a chance with you. And when I finally have a chance, we run out of time. Something happened on the last possible day, the last possible moment. I’ve always felt like I could never catch a break with you. Something always seemed to be in the way, whether it be unavailability or just bad timing. As much as it kills me to be left with pieces of what could have been, I do not regret what little time and what little memories we made together. I just wish you were here with me.