On an endless pursuit of knowledge.
Ok this grad student just moved in who looks like Matt Bomer and I’m dying of embarrassment because he’s so stupidly handsome and everybody wants to **** him
Working in both a lab and a boutique is an interesting combination because the contrast is so great. Of course, people in the lab are kooky in their own ways, but more centered. They’re hard working and absolutely methodical in their madness. The people in the boutique literally come into the store so I can compliment them and make them feel better. They’re so very sad and pathetic. My coworker calls me a gross unfeminine granola dork and tries to coerce me into a lesbian threesome with the waitresses upstairs. Old men tell me to “be a good girl”.
Honestly, it’s disgusting. It’s absurdly disgusting, but it has trained me to distance myself completely mentally and emotionally when need be. I’m hardly a human at work. I’m a shell who smiles wryly and hangs clothes. At the laboratory, I’m a manic, nervous undergrad with big dreams. I come to life.
Rog and I tried kratom.