Me When I Used To Host My Own Late Night Talk Show. It Was Badass, Or Something. I Don’t Remember. I Was Too Strung Out On Opioids To Remember It Or The Supposed Speech I Made In Support Of Al Qeada. I Remember It So You Don’t Have To!
Pizza delivery must hate us but it’s fun to be the secret door, you can’t even tell there’s another home hiding down this narrow little gap between two buildings
i got this pen four years ago when i was working as a barista at starbucks. I was on the registers and taking the order of this woman, who ordered a nonfat latte, because she was “watching her weight”
so this guy behind her, whom no one was talking to, for some fucking reason says “wathing your weight? but what about the wait for your watch?“ (which is a completely unhinged response. like just complete Mad Hatter nonsense)
anyway this lady gets really uncomfortable and of the five people (me, him, her, the other checker, and the customer at the other register) who were now sucked into the uncomfortable silence, i decided that i should alleviate the tension by saying “you can’t wait for a watch; you don’t have the time”
and then he said “oh, quick girl!”, gave me that pen, got out of line, and left without ordering anything
You pleased a mad fae trickster










