Oh, hi, everyone. I’m at BlueSky & Instagram only now but love you. Follow me either place, please.
@mjmimages & same name.
Almonds taste like something you found in a trunk in the attic. One star
We'll let anyone fail except a bank. They're mommy's precious bad boy angels
Slow zombies -> fast zombies -> Bob Fosse zombies.
Café. These newbie parents are taking so long to leave the only table with an outlet (wiping it down, organizing their bag, running to the bathroom, playing some stupid ass baby game) that it may traumatize me. Like, in the opera version of my life, this will be my most unhinged aria moment.
TSA agent looked at my Sisters of Mercy t-shirt and asked if it was a school
Café. While getting my order, the handsome barista with the fashion forward (untrimmed! untamed!) eyebrows spills cold brew on his pants, & says, to himself, “aw, babe!” He looks up & I give my best I-didn’t-hear-that expression. But I did. & now know he calls himself babe.
We're approaching the stage of the Information Age where, if you want reliable news about an event, you will have to go to the place where it happened and befriend the local busybody by getting her cat out of a tree
Café. My neighbor is an onion bagel with an exceptionally large personality.