This swimsuit is the business.
In depth conversation about Montessori today, makes me feel good knowing I’m still intelligent even after being beaten by retail. :) tody waa also my last day with ny helpers from albany high, WAH. My children nooo dont leave me. :(
K i just dont wanna go back and look through nasty clothes but lolbye
I have been so anxiety ridden since my life was terribly changed in october. I’m fine, most of the time. But weird things set me off. I’ve never really dealt with this shit before (other than my separation issues but….THAT HAPPENS RARELY OKAY) but i just like had a panic attack because someone’s mother in a tv show was on life support…. Shudders for all the wrong reasons. I reached out to the boy I’m in love with, kinda. I should have emphasized HEY IM.ACTUALLY FREAKING OUT HERE OMG but hes busy and.his day sucked and I’d rather just write shit on tumblr. time to.cuddle the fuck out of my kitten and mentally prepare/plan my day of work tomorrow and what i need to get done and how im going to do.it with no staff/time. CHAMP STATUS.
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.