Wellll let me tell you what fun I made for myself today: I saw many people. Many people asked me questions. Many people received blank stares. I directed at least two people away from where they said they wanted to go, haaa. Not on purpose. But I'm sure they made it to where they needed to go.
Why is it that when I am wearing a uniform, people (especially women with children) suddenly talk to me in a fake happy voice? Similar to the polite phone voice. To be fair, the voice isn't fake happy; the voice is plastic. Melted plastic, slighty toxic when heard. *white light white light white light*
A little boy saw me and then asked his mother, "Is that a boy or a girl?" Haha, geez, man! Seriously? The answer is, "Yes."
Happy dreams come true, not because they are dreams, but because they are happy."
That was a weird place to stick that quote, I know. ;)
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