I was volunteering at a booksale when I ran across this and just…
Submitted to me by mrsrhettbutler
uh…those arms…you’re all thinking that, right…?
i feel like we’re all just kind of reblogging it in a circle and looking at each other uneasily like, waiting for someone to finally give in and yell it out in the reply chain
you held out as long as you could, i’m sure.
Edward Dildo-armsDOMO ARIGATO FISTO ROBOTO
I SPAT OUT MY WATER ON THE LAST COMMENT FUCK
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.
We’ll have no jobs, no souls and no motivation by the time we’re done with school but by god we’ll have diplomas and in this economy, that’s the equivalent of absolutely nothing.