I’M A MOUSE, DUH.

I am a four year old with a bank account.

Body paint or shirt/bow-tie?
HALLOWE’EN YEAAAAAAAH.

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Bad day at work, come home and face paint.
I am now ready for Hallowe’en.
Cool.

I bought a glass pumpkin candy thing because fucking Hallowe’en, yeah.
Excuse me while I continue to use this for the entire year.

So my first day in work, Tuesday, I was on the cosmetics counter for a bit, wrapping stuff for display.
My boss was taking pictures to send to head office to show our Christmas prep.
Today she showed me this.

That’s me, wrapping shit.
And now I get home and it’s on the Doc Morris Ireland facebook page.
WHYYYYY.

the-beauty-of-confession replied to your photo: Wore my hair down in work today, didn’t get in…

Stop it with your face, you.

AHURRRR

Wore my hair down in work today, didn’t get in trouble for having green hair.
Boss actually liked it.
Success.

WORKING 9 TO…6.

I started my new job today.
I had fun, I think.
I have so much to learn.
So much.

Bag of offending jellies.

Guess what shoes I’m wearing tonight.
AWWWWWH SHIIIIIT SONNNNNNNN

I bought face paint because I am a sad sack of shit.
Please don’t judge me.

I GOT SOME NEW SHOOOES.
YEAAAAAH.

Sooooo, went to see Gaga last night.
SHIT. WAS. AWESOME.
Tickets were free which made it even better.
I never wanted to leave.

I bought these today because clearly I am 5 years old.
NO REGRETS.

Let’s do some socializing, yeah.