so apparently the risk management people at my university have told my political science professor that his tardis door is in violation of blah blah blah because “people might think police are actually available in his office”
okay, tamuc. okay.
y’all omfg i am so done. i went by his office this morning and he’s added all of this to his bulletin board:
that terrifying moment when everything is happily resolved but the book still has 200 pages left
When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit.
That’s because it was fun for baby boomers and they basically gave us this impression it would always be like that, but then they ruined the economy.