He Just A Lil Guy

I was actually explaining this to a friend like "imagine things you have to do are staircases. Sometimes they just have like. So many steps. And sometimes I can get up the stairs super easy but sometimes they are really long staircases and I don't have the energy to do more than one thing because each staircase is so long and I don't know which one to pick because they both need to get done but I already know I can only pick one, tops" and he wordlessly pulled out this post

having one of those executive function days where everything is too many steps

"oak and ash and thorn good sirs" but it's "salud dinero amor good sirs"

Local Bookstores Are The Best

Part One (because I'm sure I will continue to have many things to say on this subject)

There's this one super awesome person who works at the small town local bookstore I frequent. They read over a hundred books a year. They work at three other jobs, including the locally owned game store down the street. They play D&D. They have a shrine in the front of the store when you first walk in dedicated to their recommendations from the hundreds of books they consume. I walk into the store and they are listening to yet another book. Or turning the pages of one. They once turned down the volume "just in case you wanted to read this series so I don't spoil it for you". They tell you the best RPG stuff to get and where to get the coolest dice. They talk books and authors of any genre any timeframe. They help you weigh the pros and cons of starting certain series, or deciding which ones to purchase first. They are the chillest person known to humankind. They are my favorite person to see in that bookstore and I hope both they and the bookstore gain immortality if that's something they'd be interested in.

Walmart employee story time.

(Disclaimer: I am not a Walmart employee yet. This is about a Walmart employee I encountered.)

My sister and I went to Walmart for our biweekly grocery expenditures (that's how you use that word, right?) and while we're in the dairy section "Come Sail Away" by Styx is playing. Heck yes so I'm singing along, it's especially fun to do the chorus. I'm doing it quietly because I don't want to embarrass my sister in public or anything but in a moment I look over and there a few refrigerators away is a Walmart employee stocking and... also singing!

Anyhow the song fades out and my sister and I go about out business but when that guy was done with what he was doing he approached me and said, "Hey... so I uh. I noticed you were singing along to the other song. It made me really happy to hear someone was singing that song, I was singing along too."

:D .

He was really nice and went back to work but man that stuck with me.

I think I scrolled past the one specific liked post I was looking for fellas

i should do something with all my liked posts

like reblog them, perchancge?

posts that make you go "man I wish this was on my resume"

posts that make you go "wait why was Abu in Hercules"

a poem

[Alt description: Three pictures of mountains and moon with a night sky. Together, the words on the three pictures form the short poem "What is it like? / Having a whole sky that is your favorite color?"]

favorite ASL signs at the moment:

information

brave

courage

too bad

the first and last ones are fun to throw a little on the delivery, and the middle two are just cool! though to be fair I like so many ASL signs, I kinda feel like I understand it better than English

Oh yeah! Storytime!

So my dear best friend took me out thrifting at the end of the semester because she wanted better fighting pants and I told her I had never been thrifting before. Away we went even though I had basically no money. I set myself an amount I could spend.

We get there and look around pants for a bit, find some, then have a bit of time before swordfighting to explore. I want her to show me everything she would show someone who hasn't been thrifting. (We found some awesome knickknacks in the back as well as heck cheap books and DVDs. I even found 3 Baby Einstein DVDs. But I digress.)

Well, apparently you can't go thrifting without checking out the shirts. So we're perusing shirts that feel nice and out of nowhere,

Remember how I said my Dad had this weird thing for the Hawkeye show? It's a Christmas tradition at our house by his insistence.

Now this is a women's small or medium shirt. Obviously not going to fit my dad. So I weigh the pros and cons. Ask my brother. He responds with "dude get one for me" (this is a thrift store and I think it's handmade but we won't tell him that) so I take that as a green light. If Dad doesn't want it, at least my beanpole of a brother will rock it.

And, come on, it's 3 dollars.

I WAS LATE BUT I NEED THIS Y'ALL LOOK AT THIS