lately its come to my attention that i eventually ( and by that i mean within the next few months) will have to become a real adult- with, like, responsibilities and shit. i will actually have to be responsible to manage/ create/ produce something at a real job where i am paid to not fuck up. huh?! what? is this real life? yes, david it is real life- not the happy, trippin on mad drugs life that youve come to enjoy after that one fateful trip to the dentist.
but whatever this is far from the point. i dont want to grow up. im scared. like it literally hit me at my plush job at urban outfitters (i make the big bucks whatwhat). i was folding one of our many cool graphic tees when i realized that soon, im going to have to be responsible for more than my impeccably perfect fold. and i got scared. because i think i fuck up and i fuck up a lot. without even trying really. so no job is going to want to pay me to do anything. except for urban outfitters,obviously, because i am the folding master. guess i gotta do that for the rest of my life. see you, poverty. but hello lifetime discounttttttt!
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