So yesterday I was working at this thing where we make stuffing for those who have to work on Thanksgiving, and I was told to chop the onions.
Eight of them.
And I'll be honest, I was not expecting to cry.
HOLY RUMPS WAS I WRONG.
It didn't help that the room was probably eighty degrees!
My eyes burned THE ENTIRE NIGHT.
Do I regret it?
Yes.
Do I get service hours?
No.
BUUUUUUUUUUT, did I have anything better to do?
.... also no.
Somebody check my logic.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
A lot Of Randomness
DiversosI dunno. My first random book wasn't random enough or something. I'm getting rid of that and opening this. It will contain: OC analyses One Shots Probably art Anything else I feel like writing down :3
