Moses here. According to Zora Hurston I am "the finest hoodoo man in the world." If you need to know anything else, my ask box is always open.
Ever since Yahoo bought tumblr I haven’t been getting on as much. When I do, I notice stupid ass little changes. Like the animation when you heart something. And now the buttons are on the bottom of posts now!? WTF!? It’s like when you think you are being nice by putting up the dishes at a friend’s house, but you are really just fucking everything up by putting them in the wrong place. “Yet Another Hierarchical Officious Oracle!” (whatever the fuck that means) needs to sell tumblr to someone who can put it back and then leave it the fuck alone.
Me: Scrolls Through Dash
Me: Scrolls Through Dash Some More
Me: Remembers One Direction Was In Louisville Tonight
Me: Remembers I Was In Walking Distance From Them
Me: Dies A Little Inside
Me: "Oh hey, gay porn"
Me: "All is right with the world!"
So, some of my coworkers complain because at our old office we had 16oz styrofoam cups in the break room. In the new office they are only 8 oz. This equates to twice as many trips to the break room to refill your coffee. One day someone discovered that there were 16oz cups in the conference room, which was frequented more commonly by the upper management. That person decided to take a few packages of the cups and place them in our break room. Unfortunately, the upper management found out and they were unhappy. Apparently we plebs did not understand that we should conserve and reuse the cups, and they were too expensive to be bought in the large quantities they were previously stocked in. So, the upper management took our beautiful 16 ounces of styrofoam bliss away. At least twice a week I hear my coworkers complain about the cups and how ridiculous of a rule that is. Today was one of those days. This caused me to zone out for about 10 minutes and imagine a post-apocalyptic world where we were trapped in the building and the cups were used as our own form of currency.