I made a pizza, too!
Well, like, a whole buncha them at work an’ shit, but also one just for myself. T’was delishush.
That’s a sweet story; an amazing lifespan (that woman saw some shit!) and also … that’s a pretty funny joke.
Hey, if athletes running around inspires you to exercise more (… or provide suitable distraction) I’d call that a win.
Regardless of how Cleveland did.
$2.60s here. Maybe we should add “local gas prices” to the local weather reports so beloved in our MMPs.
… nnnaaaahhh. Too depressing.
Huh, my experience has been the exact opposite.
Long hair can be all the way loose and down, half-pony/half loose, ponytail either up high or down at the base of the neck, double ponytails (I always did mine right next to each other, down low on my head, so I’d get the “sweet innocent girlish” effect without the full-on “Heidi” look) and let’s not get into the myriad braiding options.
Short hair is … whelp, there it is.
Low maintenance, for sure (“did I brush my hair today? No?” swipes damp hands over head “There. Presentable.”) but unless I got into, like, gel and shit I don’t see anything different day-to-day, and I am not putting crap into my hair.
Let’s always be friends.
The two teenagers on the crew were effing useless (running about a 50% hit rate just on getting something close to the correct customer name, and a very high percentage of “no-name” tickets (“I couldn’t hear his name!” “Did you ask him to spell it … ah, nevermind.”) so not a great start.
Then towards close, one of my favorite co-workers was being an absolute ass tonight, and eventually hurt my feelings and pissed off Sweet Manager to the point where we had a very fast - but awkwardly quiet - close.
Now I’m nursing my grumpiness, and putting a pot pie in the oven. Monkey is having some catnip. Someone’s probably starting a new MMP.
I’m done. I’m just over today. Fuck everyone.