Standing here waiting for the bus, two bros drove up in an SUV and asked me if I wanted to “make a hundred bucks in the morning.” I am not exaggerating when I say I have no idea what the fuck that means. I declined because I imagine there’s no activity on earth that ends in $100 in the morning and starts with an offer the night before from two randos that wouldn’t skeeze me out in a way I might never recover from. Personal safety first and always.
Six of one, half a dozen of the other. Amiright?!
kid in class
I had never heard this theory before, but it’s making a lot of sense to me.
|—||Or maybe just adults that are really creative! Jesus, Wikipedia, you’re giving me a complex.|
Jaden worked with Reel Grrls this summer, and here is their masterpiece!
I asked her if the awesomely-creepy music choice was her own and she said, “So they were supposed to choose the songs and then didn’t do it and then last minute gave me things and I was like, ‘I LOVE IT.’” Proud of you, girl!
You can tell which of your friends is least employed by the order in which they open their snapchats.
My anthropology professor told me last semester that you can usually identify predators because their eyes are oriented forward. He pointed out this information would come in handy if we ever met an alien species. And I was just like, “You are so right, it will come in handy.” I revisit this hopeful idea all the time.
n. the moment of realization that your quintessential self isn’t going to show up, which forces the role to fall upon the understudy, the humble kid for whom nothing is easy, who has spent years mouthing their lines in the wings before stumbling out into the glare of your life, which by then is already well into its second act.
Is 29 second act time? I feel like the first act might still be going.
FACT: Abraham Lincoln was also president of the friendzone