it is so fucking cold outside 27 fucking degrees i fucking hate it
time for a fucking nap
I DON’T KNOW ,
I JUST LOVE MELANCHOLY THINGS .
IT’S WHO I AM ?
this week’s exhaustion is hitting me all at once
so fucking bored at work right now
i am a pug
i communicate most comfortably and expressively in grunts, snorts, sighs, and various forms of pug-like body language (i.e. leaning, laying, rolling, curling, wiggling, and shaking).
be patient with me or i’ll shit on your belongings.