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Transparent red is my favorite color vinyl. I find it interesting that a band can cause some people to go into serious fits of anger by existing. Like, if you don’t like a band, just don’t listen to them. When I saw them in Chicago, at their first show back, I had a friend lay into me, talking about how I shouldn’t waste my time seeing them and all this other shit. Like dude cared more about how I spent my time more than I did. Oh well. I like them don’t care. Sorry for the rant… #vinyl #FallOutBoy
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Transparent red is my favorite color vinyl. I find it interesting that a band can cause some people to go into serious fits of anger by existing. Like, if you don’t like a band, just don’t listen to them. When I saw them in Chicago, at their first show back, I had a friend lay into me, talking about how I shouldn’t waste my time seeing them and all this other shit. Like dude cared more about how I spent my time more than I did. Oh well. I like them don’t care. Sorry for the rant… #vinyl #FallOutBoy

vegansanfrancishet: So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute. Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump. Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice. This time, though. This was a good cry. Makes me wish I kept painting mine. I got way too many snide remarks and dumb ass questions for me to handle and nor assault someone.
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vegansanfrancishet:

So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.

Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.

Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.

This time, though. This was a good cry.

Makes me wish I kept painting mine. I got way too many snide remarks and dumb ass questions for me to handle and nor assault someone.

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