ALL THE TIME AT WORK.
Once, I looked down and this man was wearing pj pants. HIS PENIS WAS POKING OUT OF IT.
HOW DOES ONE TELL THEIR CUSTOMER THAT THEIR HOT DOG ISN’T IN THE PACKAGING.
OMG. That’s pretty awful. Then again, I know it’s prolly not as scarring after figure drawing classes. But STILL.
When you are in the field and listening to the music
and you’re enjoying the atmosphere and feel like there is no place like that
Suddenly, there is a farmer waving at you from a distance
and then you wave him back
Then you’re realized that he’s not waving at you
Actually, he wants to say that there’s a pig who wants to chasing you
and for those who also send me a message
and those that reblog my posts
I dunno why.
But I really feel like shit.
I’ve been feeling like shit, actually. For a few weeks.
Not that it matters much.
I just wish I could escape from this feeling.