Hello I'm Christopher I'm A Singer Songwriter This Is My Blog
im going to fucking cry
gg… What’s air?
There is moss growing on the walls
I guess I didn’t turn the faucet off
That was three days ago
Maybe it was months, cause there was still snow
I Still have a drawer full of your bras
But I realize that doesn’t mater after all
Cause I never hear your heels on the stairs
but after what was said that’d be fair
You will think this is about you
and I can’t deny that it’s true
But I’ll have to act like I don’t care
cause without that civility turns to curses and swears
and I hope your new sculpture knows your name
and I hope him, your artwork, gives you fame
cause when you change him he wont be the same
but thats the reason why he came
and thats the reason I have you to blame
but we both know we just played the game
hope its for the better
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
all the awards my good man