five stages of grief
today was my last day of work.
1) DENIAL
"wait, what? my job ends today? no, that's not true. that'stotally not true. bull shit. un true. mom, I gotta go."
2) ANGER
"fuck everyone!!!!!!!!!!! I'm going to throw this priority mail box!! fuck this box!!!!!!!!!!can we maybe try taking the picture in better light?"
3) BARGAINING

4) DEPRESSION

5) ACCEPTANCE

anyway, onto the next thing, whatever that is.
here, listen to this: belle and sebastian - slow graffiti










