We’re all going to be like
prepare your stashes of food, water and a comfy pillow to rest your head in: YOU SHALL NOT SEPARATE FROM YOUR COMPUTER THIS NOVEMBER!
November is when I apply to universities FuckDESOLATION OF SMAUG COMES OUT IN DECEMBER WHY IS EVERYONE SAYING NOVEMBER THIS IS REALLY ANNOYING ME
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.
misha-let-me-touch-your-assbutt:
#meanwhile cas is contemplating how he’s gonna take twice the D tonight
