Towel Day will always be one of my favorite days of the year. Douglas Adams’ writings have been with me for a very long time and I will cherish them forever.

One year ago today, in a couple hours actually… Terrel had to take me to the ER. I had broken a water glass and cut my hand pretty badly. I ended up getting a few stitches. As we walked out of the ER I flung my bood-stained towel over my shoulder, realized that it was Towel Day and started laughing. At least I knew where my towel was, gross as it may be. I made him take a picture of me in front of the Emergency entrance, gross, bloodied towel over my shoulder, eyes to the sky and my thumb out waiting for a ride.

My love to Douglas Adams, where ever you are. You were a gift and I wish you were still with us.

senorrandom:

Yep. I’ve met a ton of awesome folks… and continue to meet people… and there are even some people I’m scared to talk to because I’m afraid they may not like me… but I’ll talk to them from afar… in a tiny room… where they can’t see me.

Most of my friends and all of my roommates. I am not counting my boyfriend as a roommate.

(Source: ceasesilence)

So apparently, it didn’t go as well as I thought it did today. I got fired for having doodled on a page in my notebook (WHERE I WAS TAKING LOTS OF NOTES ABOUT THE JOB) while the woman training me was out of the office. When I left today we were talking about tomorrow and next week. How unprofessional. I didn’t even get a chance to actually mess up but, apparently I wasn’t showing her that I was listening. Apparently taking a ton of notes and reading the office hand book(when she was out of the office for the second time) is not paying attention. Go figure.