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All You Need Is Drums to Start a Dance PartyPiebald
piebald: all you need is drums to start a dance party
i put this song on a christmas mix for my brother-in-law and had forgotten how much i loved this band. between this and listening to something to write home about on repeat, it feels like 2003 up in hurrrr.
Welcome to the party, bitches.
This is a blog to recount all of the awkwardly funny and incredibly true stories of being in your early 20s or late teens. This is a blog for all of us who are trying to live our lives while not getting it anywhere near “together”.
Because my life is a hot-damn-mess-a-thon, I’ll start us off with a story.
I’m a waitress, a terrible one. I am forgetful and rude and I make snap judgments about all of the people I come across. I can’t help it. I also find work a great excuse to talk on the phone in the back of the restaurant.. (maybe I should just preface all of this and say I’m a terrible person).
While going about my day at work, I was a having a really hard time being.. normal. You know those days, when everything is foreign and awkward and you can’t quite seem to behave like a regular fucking human being. That was my day, amplified.
I was dropping silverware, forgetting things, and even talking to people became my greatest handicap.
So, I was at a table taking their orders, everything was fine, I was able to speak with relative normalcy, but then it happened.
As I was taking their menus back from them.. I curtsied. I fucking curtsied.
It was small, but it was definitely there. My customers looked at me like I should be committed and I knew they weren’t wrong.
I believe that day was a series of small reminders that I am a train-wreck: fun to watch, but terrible to live through.
Please let me know all of your train-wreck stories, so we can all laugh at our pain together.