i found a spider on my ceiling like 3 hours ago and i can’t find the vacuum with the spout thing to suck it up and i can’t kill it with a paper towel because i’ll throw up, so i’ve been tracking it for the last 3 hours and was gonna stay up all night watching it so i can have my dad kill it when he wakes up, but the spider disappeared when i looked away for 3 seconds and now i have to kill myself. i can’t sleep knowing there’s a spider on the loose and now i’m scared it’s gonna bite me in my sleep and i’m gonna die life is so fucking hard
has been insanely eye-opening to how terribly read the general public is. Our shelves are like 99% murder mysteries that take place at bakeries or hair salons. We have three DIFFERENT series about dogs who solve crimes. And then half of all our books are Christmas themed for some reason.
i checked out one of our most popular books yesterday and its horrible. some of the worst writing i've ever read. the prose is so bad its actually painful to read. but people love it, it's so insane to me.
