Life Is A Hoot

I really hate when men mistake being nice with being interested.
Two weeks ago I saw a Co worker walking home (it was 1 am) and figured id be nice and give him a ride home. After that he started being creepy…he’s a dishwasher maybe 30…well he would take drinks I was drinking from and snatch it out of my hand and drink from it…. Stare at me bug eyed… Than one night he asked if I was getting out soon (so he could get a ride) I told him I was gonna go hang out with someone in a diff part of the hotel so I wasn’t going home right away. Well twenty min later I get two calls I didn’t know… Than a voice mail saying it was creepnasty and wishing me a really good night blah blah blah! Around 1:30 IM driving home and I pass him, I just kept going not ten minutes later I get a call from another random number! Ignore… Than around 2:15 IM in bed trying to sleep and another random number calls! I check my voicemail in the.morning and it was all from him one of them was silence for a minute than I hear mumbling and he hangs up!
He just called an hour ago… I had to tell him to stop…I hope he doesn’t slash my tires at work. Fucking creeps


I just joined tinder… Everyone is either ugly or to young.






Someday, I hope to actually laugh at these comics.

but seriously fuck people who think our generation had everything handed to us. we may not be first generation college students, but we’re paying double/triple what you paid for an education of more questionable quality. i’m not saying we don’t have it better, but we’re not as lazy as you think.

plus, a college education doesn’t mean what it used to. I know people who have degrees who are still working in retail because there are too many people who are qualified for the job they want.

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
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