“I fucks pianos.”
- Rick Ross, Pushing Keys
Apparently being drunk for my last semester of college and then leaving the country for a few months caused me to miss a lot of things which I now have the time to see because I work a low-paying, unimportant job with very minimal excitement or variety.
So thanks for keeping me entertained, internet friends.
…but I am spending the afternoon listening to all of @squibble’s audio posts. All of them. Every last one. And I’m LOVING it.
Three weeks from today, I will be back in Guatemala. My little heart is fluttering so fast thinking about it that I’m afraid it’ll give out before I actually get there.
I. Cannot. Wait.
(For Guatemala, not for cardiac arrest. I can wait for that.)
GPOYW - Anybody want to grab these bags for me? The ones under my eyes that is.
“What are you, five years old?”
I asked this question at that show too, but the response was an indignant, “Psh. NO. I’m FIFTEEN, you old bitch.”
(I actually made that up, but it was a real exchange in my head since being old and insecure causes you to internalize hypothetical conversations with people born in 1994.)
You can practice walking a straight line in the bar bathroom before driving home
GPOYF Because I’m wearing glasses today & they make me feel smart/a little sassy
I wouldn’t say I’m being productive at work but it’s unfair to say I’m doing nothing.