existentialist
Tired and unemotional
Slacks, Pink Floyd T-shirts, apparently-amazing shoes, and a plethora of gadgets which I know would be soul-destroyingly disappointing were I idiot enough to buy them.
My sole unwise Social Media advertised piece of shit purchase currently resides in its box on top of a bookcase. I got all my money back, thanks to PayPal. The band musical director has the same piece of shit on a shelf in his room, and judging by his evident reluctance to talk about it, I suspect he paid full whack
So if anyone's interested in a tacky, magnetically-suspended tiny plastic Earth, you know who to call.
My sole unwise Social Media advertised piece of shit purchase currently resides in its box on top of a bookcase. I got all my money back, thanks to PayPal. The band musical director has the same piece of shit on a shelf in his room, and judging by his evident reluctance to talk about it, I suspect he paid full whack
So if anyone's interested in a tacky, magnetically-suspended tiny plastic Earth, you know who to call.