I want to make something. All the time.
Is it bad that sometimes I think it’d be awesome to just not have an office job anymore and work at a cafe instead? Pulling shots of espresso, perfecting latte art, and enriching lives through good coffee.
Sometimes I wish my public transit commute was a little longer so I could read more. I really really need to finish some books that I’ve started
- The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
- A book about String Theory
- A book about the history of Afghanistan over the last 30 years
- A satire about investment banking
There are probably others
- crushed pepper flakes
- fresh cracked pepper
- a bun of some sort
I’ve been sick all day but now I have tea and a cozy bed and sleep, soon.
People can wear whatever the fuck they want ok.
At the large-chain retail store where I work, I’m straightening up the toddler department when I hear a little girl crying. I turn around and see her in the toddler boys section, reaching for a Batman t-shirt. Her parents repeatedly pull her away and tell her, “You can’t have that, that’s a boy’s shirt, you’re supposed to wear girls clothes. Girls aren’t supposed to like Batman. Don’t you want a Hello Kitty shirt?”