Whoa, whoa, whoa, ebay. You don’t know me like that!
Girlll. I made that shit, too. They were beads I made by wrapping magazine clippings around a straw. Obviously, I was a fashion icon.
But, that’s all I’m going to say at this point for fear of screwing it up. Yeah, I know. Vague post is vague, but this could seriously change my life, so just send me some good vibes.
Taco Tuesday is about to get serious. (at Qdoba Mexican Grill)
HOW DO YOU MAKE A GUY
Not yet. I’m curious to see how bad they fuck things up. lol
You know Yahoo is going to fuck up all of the things.
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
Baked another pie today. Burgers are about to go on the grill. Life is rough, y’all.