heaven is a ghost town.
the dismemberment plan - sentimental man
there’s no heaven and there’s no hell.
no limbo in-between; i think it’s all a lie.
just a white light, out to velvet black,
and back to neutral gray;
that’s all when we die…
there’s no fate that divides our day,
no spirits hard at work, no unseen hand at play.
people talk like it’s a given thing.
i don’t know what they mean, nor, i suspect, do they.
but i guess that’s okay…
how do you know i’m not a sentimental man?
is it really so hard to see these things? i guess it is.
i couldn’t tell you why.
i think it’s right there…
nobody’s perfect, but i’m doing what i can,
and you best believe i’ll keep it real.
fucking hell, i love this song.
oh, yeah, yeah yeah…
Little Russian Girl Walks on Ice For the First Time (x)
oh, man that third one!
[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.
Top Text: “FINALLY TRUSTED WITH BOX CUTTER.”
Bottom Text: “CUT FINGER ON BOX.”]
Power to the Players robin here, at a new store. Long story short, couldn’t get a job after I moved, am now working seasonal at new Power to the Players store, with hopes of being kept on afterwards.
At my old store, there was a strong sense of camaraderie, and everyone was really good friends. It came with having such a small staff. There was a joke going around the store that I was not to be trusted with the box cutter or tape gun, as I “got way too excited to use them”. It was just a joke, no feelings hurt, I gave back as good as I got, it was fun.
At the new store, on day one, I got handed a box cutter and told to break down the boxes in the back room. One of the boxes had been glued shut and then taped on top of that. I cut the tape, closed the box cutter, put it safely aside, and went to pull the flaps open.
Bam. Cardboard cut. Cue me staring at my finger and wondering how the heck that happens. Of course I had to cut myself on the thing that’s NOT supposed to hurt me.
cardboard, paper, and plastic cuts are a fact of life in video game retail.
power to the players.
i super crazy don’t feel like work today.
console launch and pretending to be excited when i really just want to be at home, wrapped in blankets, listening to no knife.
maybe i’ll get fired or something.
kind of doesn’t sound half bad right now…
manchester orchestra - shake it out
sounds like catharsis.