So I’ve been a huge nerd since- *counts on fingers* ……birth now, and-

The things I hear over the radio at work

“guys, I need a [scanner] gun.”

Two minutes later, the same heavily accented male voice

“What if that was my drag name, Anita Gun”

We have the Halloween displays up right now at work, and some of them have audio like cackling, spoopy noises, ect- and one of them is a tower if terror type deal with church bells, and someone likes to turn it all the way up so you can hear it across the store, and I secretly really like it because it sounds like the bells at the mission and it’s familiar and comforting.

There’s a PetSmart right next to my work, and apparently every Saturday they have a doggy adoption event. So basically I am screwed

When you’ve been in a pain flare up

Mom: When was the last time you took a shower?
Me: Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it…

Oh no suddenly my desire to relive my juvenile delinquency days has been triggered. But with dinosaurs.

I’d kind of kill to be able to eat something with flavor right now.

Snapchat and I have an agreement that as long as I need to cope they’ll keep making funny new filters

(Disclaimer: not intended to represent actual Tolkien cannon)

It’s weird how easily you fall back into retail. It’s like putting on party clown makeup. Look deliriously happy even when old people are describing their India based rotary phone IRS scams to you as an explanation as to why they don’t want to sign up for the rewards program(?), wait til breaks to pee and take your pain medicine, saw “awesome” a lot, try not to set anything on fire.

Damnit

More very small, floaty, easily losable stuff I’m discovering got lost in the move- I replaced the taglocks with different ones, but I can’t find my kitty whiskers anywhere! Agh…to etsy…