imagine a horror movie where you’re trapped in your house with a serial killer but all your lights are clappers
so you’re running for your life from this psychopath while both of you are just aggressively clapping the lights on and off
LOOK AT THE CAT
This past weekend I got all hyped up because I found this bad ass box of sidewalk chalk for 4 bucks. Lookit all these colors. Perfect for that giant chalkboard I just built. Mmm, yeah. So many colors. And look at how delightfully organized they are. I shuddered with excitement.
I felt like I was five years old again. New art supplies and the like always make me giddy. But then I opened the box and found THIS SHIT.
What the ever living fuck is this shit? I was mislead. Horribly mislead into believing that my brand new, $4 box of vivid sidewalk chalk was going to be in color order, but then I open the box and find this fucking catastrophe of disorganization. In all honesty, I would normally be fine with this, but seeing as how the box itself was clearly color coded and labeled, I was deeply horrified by this prismatic travesty.
So I took a study break to sit on my living room floor and carefully reorganize my goddamn box of sidewalk chalk (I am a 26 year old woman) based on what was labeled on its lid.
Damn, that’s nice. That’s goddamn satisfying. Mental meltdown averted.
They write pretty well on my chalkboard…erasing is another issue.
That was my study break. Back to writing that bullshit 10 page bullshit research bullshit paper of bullshit. /bitter