November 2009
2 posts
[stereo]Typical
Me: I'd like one ticket please.
Cashier: That'll be $20
*Pause*
Cashier: *Observing look with no words*
Cashier: You want a ticket for Mat Kearney, right? [with a raised eyebrow]
Me: Yes, please.
Cashier: Just making sure...
Me: Do I not look like the average attendee?
Cashier: Ha, not exactly. [While handing me the ticket]
Me: *Laugh* ... Thank you!
i hate rhyming.
my stomach turns and
my knuckles are white
as my body burns to
wage this war tonight
fight the good fight
the fight for what’s right
not through my sight
but the eye of the light
that shines bright and
makes day out of the night
mercy satisfies my soul
from partial to whole
we rock and we roll
to reach the goal
because this sucks and i always get stuck.
