They look like the strings section of an orchestra.
life truly is a cruel mistress when ur an insomniac but u also have gerd so u can choose between falling asleep spontaneously at work or have some caffeine and feel the firey pits of hell awaken within ur very being
some dude laughed at me after he was done using the “mens” bathroom (meanwhile that fucker didnt even wash his hands!!!) and then another older dude got mad at me for using mens restroom and was like “excuse me?? miss?? are u blind the ladies bathroom is just one door over” and i said that i was in fact blind and ur really gonna be abilist rn?? who said i was a fucking lady and did my business. never again will i use that bathroom tho bc it was absolutely PUTRID
There are so many people out there walking around in suit jackets thinking they've got false pockets, when actually they're real pockets that are just basted shut so they don't sag in shipping, and nobody ever told them :(
Edit: And that little X of thread tacking the bottom of the vents together is meant to be taken out too. Occasionally I'll see someone wearing a coat that's still got them, and it pains me to not be able to just walk over and snip the threads for them.
There are jackets out there that do have false pockets, but also a heck ton that have real ones. Every brand of suit we carry at my work has real pockets that are basted shut. Sometimes it's very obvious white stitching that you can clearly see on the pocket lip, and sometimes it's completely hidden from the outside. You can usually still tell by pulling at the opening and seeing how long the stitches are.
Often the basting on the breast pockets will be invisible, but they'll have visible stitching under the pocket flaps lower down. On some of the sport coats they close the breast pocket with a chain stitch in something that resembles fine fishing line.
And if a pocket does turn out to be false, anyone with a few basic hand sewing skills and some fabric scraps can google some tutorials and stick a real pocket in there!
a dude came into the library stoned out of his mind and was like, “do I need a library card to look at books?” And I said, “to take books home, yes. To look at them, no” and he looked so relieved. bro was staring at a fish encyclopedia for like an hour and then just left.
The worst thing in the entire world is when you’re sweeping a big pile of dirt into a dustpan and it leaves that little coke line of grit behind. No matter how you position your pan or your broom and no matter how many times you sweep over it your outcome cannot change. As immovable as fate. I hate it so
People who switch pronouns in songs to no-homo the situation are so funny. The idea literally never even occurred to me as a kid. Couldn’t be me. I am a woman scorned. I am a man who had his heart broken. I am a guy who hates his hometown. I’m a country boy, I’m a city girl. I’m a slut. I’m addicted to cocaine. It’s a song, man.
my period is manifesting in the two songs i have stuck in my head: ready to love by svt and blue & grey by bts
hype pop and sad n slow 😔
for some reason i always think up some hailus when i ride the bus home,
heres what i thought of today:
christianity…
john 3:16? ha. more like
shut the fuck up bitch