bite me

i have run out of patience for grown men who are unable to manage their own behavior, who then twist things to make it seem like their problems are somehow my fault

i should have just slept at work instead of leaving (nowhere near finished cleaning up the mess) at midnight. i guess i'm less afraid of ninja stealth mice than i am of an old building full of ghosts

i keep seeing things move out of the corners of my eyes. maybe i need new glasses, or a new brain