Walks into work
- My boss: HEY JESSICA
- Me: hey Kim...
- Aaron: you look tired :)
PSA: NEVER ORDER A CAPPUCCINO OVER ICE. IT IS IMPOSSIBLE. I WILL LAUGH AT YOU WHEN YOU WALK AWAY. ALL BARISTAS WILL LAUGH AT YOU WHEN YOU WALK AWAY.
touch-a touch-a touch me
I wanna be dirty
thrill me chill me fulfill me
creature of the night
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.
That cappuccino part makes me cry too
I just got hit by a killer hangover fuck my life
whenever im lost and confused i turn to michael for help
(Source: destrucshann)
(Source: the-theatre-life)
My sister keeps asking me if I want to go see The Great Cosby with her and I don’t have it in my heart to correct her.
(Source: rnasky)
