Being at work sounded a dream come true, because I got the money and the real work lasted for about4-5 hours total from the 12 hour shift. However, as with all brilliqant pre-planned theories, I did not account for the chaos, colder than outside lobby and Tom Jones' Very Best [read that as 50 songs for a third consecutive day, read that as 36 hours total] as a music background. This kinda make me think happy suicide thoughts rather than be creative. So I give you my inner state of mind in this pictures:
[I am the flock & the man with the helmet is Tom Jones; god, how I hate What's New Pussycat]
1 comment:
Haha! That's cute in a twisted way. I think Tom Jones would do that to me, too, after an hour or two.
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