i just pet the arm of the couch because I thought it was my cat, but it was cold and stiff and I got scared and checked on her, but it wasn’t her, it was the couch and my hair laying over the arm rest.
poljot asked: You package of pretty things arrived today! I haven't opened it yet because I had it sent home instead of my apartment so it'd be one less thing to possibly forget when I go home for Christmas.
yay!! I’m glad they made it there safe and sound! Thanks again for ordering from me :)
watching weight loss commercials is fun while I eat an entire bag of chips and wash them down with a milkshake
I’m having one of those days where even though it’s 1 in the afternoon I feel accomplished because I managed to take the trash out on time.
I love it when im eating and I think it’s the last bite of potato but then I pick up something else from my plate and surprise more potato! I love my life.
It’s not the fact that he works for waste management that got me.. Its the fact that he’s the type of guy to piss off the side of a truck in the middle of town and belittle someone else for their job and what he sees as the worth of their job. He’s here every Monday, right on time. He’s a great worker and I have a lot of respect for anyone who goes to work, no matter what their job, but especially those in a line of work with such physical demand and social negligence of it’s importance. I don’t care that he’s a garbageman, I care that he’s a bit of a dickwad.
Also, I wouldn’t date someone for their money or benefits. Obviously.
Well that was weird
I just got asked out.
This morning, the garbage guy came in to use the bathroom, and explained that he’d normally “piss off the side of the truck” but he’d recently been “ratted out” for doing just that. Charming.
So he used the bathroom. I’m pretty sure he didn’t wash his hands. After, we had a lengthy conversation where he practically berated me for not being busy today “what, do you just sit around here all day?”
He then proceeded to tell me my prices were too high compared to his barber, and promotly discredited the skill of all barbers everywhere. I’m kind of a barber, so that’s nice of him.
And then he left. Thank goodness.
BUT just now, he came back, and said he’d changed his mind about a haircut, and asked if I want to go out for drinks sometime.. Oh, he’s single? What a surprise!
I politely declined and said I have a boyfriend, but I’m flattered (because I might still get an apparently way too highly priced haircut out of this), but when I said “so how about that haircut? ” he laughed and said, “nah I’m just kidding.” And left.
What a day.