Sometimes my brain has little goblins eating at it that try to tell me I’m not queer enough. So I pass them over the middle school memory folder. Specifically from that time the girl next to me asked the bi girl why she would choose “that life.” To which the bi girl asked, “well, do you remember choosing to be straight?” And I said, “Of course I do.” And the LOOK she gave me had every thing packed in it that I wouldn’t discover myself for nearly 15 years. Anyway. The brain goblins shut up after that.
in every workplace there should be a secret button you can press and if everyone presses it the workweek immediately ends and you can go outside and play instead of sending email
ok i made this post and this afternoon our server locked us out and i spent the rest of the day shooting the shit with my coworkers outside in perfect spring weather. i do believe in magic but mostly i believe in the secret button
