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.
You have the best teammates you could ever ask for when you start playing lacrosse and on top of that there are ELEVEN other girls with you on the field pushing your team forward.
The thing is that sometimes I blame myself for each loss and take no credit at all for wins.
When you are…
do you ever dance by clenching ur buttcheeks to the beat
britney spears a fish to feed her family
ohhh i must’ve misheard you, i thought you said ‘KEEP MASTURBATING’ when you said ‘you’re banned from the nursery’ my bad
I see London I see France. Wow. they’re both 486 miles away from eachother. That’s a long way. I have great eyesight.
I’m really good at this elevator
I’m already on level 15
you can pretend like I dont exist but I still made you whimper like a little bitch when you were about to cum
i need this printed on a t-shirt
you can walk diagonally in pokemon x and y