Some of the hundreds of gel sheets I cut down to size. I thought I finished last Thursday, then my boss texted me like “I found a box of gels” and I texted her back “OH MY FUCKING GOD FUCK THIS SHIT.”
I like my job.
I’m listening to The Door Kickers while wearing the fingerles gloves I bought at a farmers market as I write material for a zine on my typewriter.
Am I human, or am I hipster?
To celebrate downloading instagram, I took a photo of my most potentially-hipster possession.
assignment 3, part 1