chilled out.

So I’m at my day job. Terrible weather. Early as fuck. It’s a bank holiday so it’s also busy as shit. So I’m just leaning back in my chair scrolling through tumblr on my phone. As always, it is somehow just an endless stream of black & white gifs of naked women with tattoos rolling around smiling, expensive looking flats & comic book art. I look like the biggest wanker ever to my co-workers. Luckily today they only other staff are all middle-aged toolbags who have given up on life. I fancy a bacon sandwich. Stream of consciousness. Time is a flat circle.

guitarlust:

Eastwood 50th Anniversary Airline.