I have no rational reason to hate groups of middle aged white women all laughing together at Starbucks. But here I am.
I’ve noticed a big difference since I cut down to only having 4 shifts a week at Starbucks. It’s a lot easier on me, I don’t take shit as seriously, people that get on my nerves I’m able to handle a lot more because there’s one less shift I have to see them. I’m still searching for my escape route.
We only have one blender in our Starbucks and for the past few days it’s been acting hella funny and I think that it’s about to die soon/today. The thought of all these Frappuccinos that we won’t be able to make is making me laugh like a child on the inside.
that quote that is going around, something like from the ages of 18-22 you meet a lot of temporary people. don’t kid yourselves because you can be 28, 37, or 82 and meet some temporary people. it’s all about how you treat the people that come around you, ya know? don’t think that just because you turn 23, everyone is trying to put that effort into being a statue in your life.
God, that fucking smile. I’m dating the sun, you guys.
Can I tell you guys something that was kinda cute last night?
So Andy and I went on a ~food adventure~ last night to some random place she picked off of yelp. Anyways, we’re at the sushi restaurant laughing and talking and I’m looking at her. All of a sudden she smiles and looks down and goes “you got heart eyes, babe” and kind of blushed and it was just really cute because I did and I always do when I look at her and it’s great. I want everyone to have heart eyes (😍) when they’re looking at the person they’re dating.
kinda jealous of the kids who are literally growing up (and by kids I mean the ones who are like 12-16) with social media sites like tumblr and snapchat and Instagram and all the other shit that exposes them to things like music, new hobbies they could get into based off of seeing someone else do it and being able to see constant photos of other people traveling and YouTube with the videos showing everything from how to make friendship bracelets all the way up to caring for natural hair and I don’t know. Sometimes I don’t think they know how good they got it to be so young and to be able to know what happens as it’s happening and all these different platforms to get all these opinions and stories and facts just like that all while I was was using encyclopedias and libraries at that age. It just shocks me, still, when I’m ringing these kids up for their caramel macchiatos and they’re using their parents credit cards and I didn’t even know what a caramel macchiato was until I was like 20 but they’re 13 ya know? 13 with their crop tops on and taking selfies in Urban Outfitters and drinking their iced caramel macchiatos.
like, what a life.
— Augusten Burroughs (via stellablu)
•my day is more than half way over.
•and it doesn’t suck.
•my glasses came in the mail (this pair and another pair) and I wasn’t disappointed.
•I only work one shift for the next few days.
•just trying to make it to Sunday because Andy and I are going to make dinner together and have a movie night.
•I’m more than half way there to fund my next (big) tattoo.
ugh, it’s 1am and Andy is making me Rice Krispie treats.
so blessed.edit: and gave me a foot massage without me having to ask for it.
and all I want right now is an intense foot massage and some Rice Krispie treats.