hey baby, need a date?

so, something happened today. i was strutting the streets of jesmond in my fuzzy trous and a bloodstained parka, debonairly swinging a box of cat food and a packet of farfilline, and listening to the new iron and wine album which is boss, and i felt good. i felt really good. i hate my job and i'm leaving it tomorrow. i'm strutting right in (probs not in the bloodstained parka and fuzzy trous) and telling them to cram it. i need more time to read my assigned books, which i am not currently doing, and i want my sundays back. i've worked all day every sunday for the past six months and i haaaaaaate it with the passion of a thousand suns. i want to spend every sunday for the rest of my life in bed reading harry potter and leaving my hair to look like a broom. that is the way sundays should be for everyone, it should be mandatory.

so, in conclusion, tomorrow i'ma stick it to the man. everyone should do something like that to feel happy.

I AM GONG TO BE THIS ANTEATER

AND I WANT THIS DOG



LISTEN TO THIS, IT'S ACE