There are two types people in this world.
The people who allow others to see what posts they liked on instagram/vine.
And the people who just don’t do that.
I work with a 37 year old racist/idiotic/cunt of a woman at my wine store, and she is the ABSOLUTE WORST PERSON EVER.
I was playing St. Vincent albums on the stereo and she came in and was like, “This is too loud. And weird. Change it to 97.3. We can’t listen to this” it was an adult contemporary station and it was playing the worst songs of the 80s. I was livid. Mostly cause St. Vincent is amazing.
The best part she’s not even a manager and next time she talks to me like that I’m going to tie her up and yoyo that dumb bitch off a bridge.
Thank you to my drunk idiot friend who spilt his fucking drink under my couch, and didn’t tell me, and literally soaked everything underneath there and created the breeding grounds to a cockroach dream.
No cockroaches spotted but I’ll die if I do.