I’m going to treat myself to watching Harry Potter while I work on my resume so I don’t have to think too hard about my
because if i think too hard about it, I will whither away or vomit or seethe over how angry I am at my college self and my college self’s professors who were like “NO TAKE 3 HARRY POTTER ENGLISH CLASSES THAT MAKES SENSE”
I only took one. And it was in the honors dept. Which, for my university, was more like what they probably should have been teaching in regular classes.
you ever go out with vegans who order like cheese quesadilla + tatertots + beer and are like “i’m vegan, you know” and you’re like “okay but it seems like you may be missing a point. or the point. of this thing you think you’re doing.” … well. that was my college.
so it’s their fault that i’m afraid to apply for this museum job that would probably be a wonderful fit.
jk it’s mine. perennial low-flyer here. hates doing scary things unless they involve sexy boys like Ken or fun drugs like drugs.