That last panel is so... awkward.
Working two full time jobs is killing me. I went to work today and I can't remember anything that happened, just that some brownies were overdone. I took them home for this recipe I saw online. But yeah... I'm putting my notice in at the old place on Sunday. I've been done with that gig for so long but was stuck there for financial reasons. Now I have a better job with people that I understand and feel comfortable around who don't make bigoted jokes and bark like dogs at their friends. It's been pretty cool but I'm coming across like a total slackoff deadweight because I can't preform as well as I could. It's not even that difficult. ramblerambleramble
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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