The Past Will Repeat Itself

Anonymous asked: 2 6 17 19 25

2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way?

This is easy.  St. Pattys this year.  Got into an argument with one of my housemates.  He kept verbally abusing me, telling me that I shouldnt be proud of myself and that I’m a shitty person.  Then he tried physically abusing me, but was held back by my other housemate. Then I was threatened with violence.  I was angry because over the last two years, I did everything for him- cooked, cleaned, covered payments for him, and yet somehow I’m still a shitty person in his view.  I still think its ridiculous that I havent received an apology for what happened that night.

6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the time to save the dogs life? Why or Why not?

I guess it all depends on if I thought it was obvious that the dog was drowning.  If it obviously is drowning, I would definitely save it.  Any boss who wouldnt understand that is not a boss I’d like to have. 

17. If there was one moment and one time in the last month what would you change and why?

Things have been going really well for me lately.  I suppose I would just talk more to this girl who used to come into the coffee shop.  She seemed like someone I’d like to get to know.

19. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? Why or Why not?

Of course.  My mom had to give CPR to a guy last year and ended up saving his life. I thought that was pretty neat.

25.If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?

I guess my wish would be to sell a screenplay and make enough money to give to my mom for all she’s done for me.

Thanks for asking!

Is Fruitopia still a thing?

Mad Motherfuckin’ Men

…All that needs to be said.

Send me a postcard from happiness.

Just a thought

There’s this girl who walked in, looking too familiar.  She stands at the counter with what could be her grandmother, but I feel that she’s a church mentor for some reason, spending time with a youth of the conservative Walmart town of ours.  Her voice is soft, her cheeks rosy after a run.  Her shorts barely pass her small, tight ass.  I would’ve expected the elder to disapprove of this ensemble.  I imagine there were words prior to their entrance.  I order before they do, but tell the barista that I’m in no hurry- to serve the couple first.

I sit at my table and delve into a newly purchased book.  It’s summer for me, which means pleasure reading is coming back in style.  I assume it’s still spring for the girl, as she looks young, still in high school, but her voice sounds younger, maybe eighth grade.  She looks like my ex when she was her age.  She orders what looks like a small salad with either half a sandwich or possibly just toast- I cant tell from here.  They were out of potato salad, the worker informs her, so she opts for macaroni and cheese.  The girl thanks her in that kind of voice that seems all to fake, but maybe she really is that chipper.  They elder receives a walnut and cranberry salad adorned with feta.  More people enter- a small group of overweight students from the local university.  They sit between me and the unknown ladies, the largest of the group blocking my view of the young girl.