So I got the most ridiculous Tinder match of all time! The dude is so dumb, he doesn't even know what 'YOLO' means, he can't type properly, he wants me to send him pictures of my biceps, he seems to have this burp fetish (he wants me to record my burps and go on a date with him, so I can burp in his face), he says he's looking for a serious relationship (I'm not!) and I had to turn off my phone because the amount of messages he sends me is beyond insane! Well, okay, he does have a decent six pack, but I doubt that his six pack is intimidating enough to accept this type of behavior from him. Plus, I have enough other matches who have better six packs and who are my type more than he is.
I have four papers to write equating to 20k words in total - the first three papers (12k) is due in two weeks. I can't help but wonder if the only purpose of these silly papers is to weed out the lazy students 'cause 80% of the class is never going write another paper again, ever. I hope/think I'm the 20% that will continue writing papers, otherwise I won't have gotten the job I wanted which means I'm not fulfilling my goals.
I'm at my perfectionism, it's so debilitating. Just do it, they say...
You, printer that cannot recognize when paper is loaded, you are solely responsible for infroming me of the progress of the implied, as well as inevitable machine takeover.
As a reward, I will float you down the river on a bed of roses saturated with motor oil before setting you ablaze. It shall be a haunting homocide, fit for the king of the breathtaking country of the city shit pile.