Felt like a million bucks as I had them consistently rolling in the aisles with my fantastic true life stories.
Talked about masterbation a LOT. Well, all of us did. I quipped in at the appropriate times, but they actually led the conversation on THAT one.
As we were about to leave, noticed a girl from my choir at school sitting almost DIRECTLY next to us.
I'm tired and still sad, now that the immediate joy of bringing laughter to others is gone, and I have to be to work at 8 am although I said I can't work Sundays because the new store manager fucked up my schedule and thusly partially my life so much that i feel that only a runon sentence can properly convey this.
I shall leave you with a conversation had at faetal's crafting night on Thursday. I bought a wooden train with the letters J E S S I E to paint, a VERY long time ago.
Aubrey: Jessie, what color do you want your choo choo? Since you already know about your gift, I will let you choose the colors. Do you want a rainbow, or all blue, or what?
Jessie: I'm not a big fan of rainbows. I dunno. Somber colors, like blue and purple, I suppose. Lavendar.
*everyone chuckles because lavendar isn't really a somber color*
Andrea: yes, it can be your Lavendar Choo Choo of Sadness.
So I'm currently working on creating the Lavender Choo Choo of Sadness, as Bacci is actively trying to shove it all off of my desk to see just how fascinating gravity is. Well, not CURRENTLY THIS SECOND working on it, but the train is on my desk for when I WILL be actively working on it again.