I have a theory that nobody actually works in Ikea. Their ‘employees’ are people that have gotten lost inside, and over the years they simply assimilate into the store. They find themselves wearing clothes that match the logo, they forget the need to eat or sleep. They are Ikea. Ikea is them.
We are all Ikea.
And now, the weather
it was rly funny in school today tho bc everyone who takes sociology paper would stop each other in the halls w/ the most horrified faces and ask, “did you start the sociology paper yet?”
no one did