there’s an unopened loaf of Italian bread chilling here in the break room at work and i sat down next to it and was like “whatcha doin…ya just…loafin around?” and started cracking up at myself
hullo, take a look around the room
i kinda really like plants (beuhbés!) and anything made out of glass. give me plants or flowers as a gift, i will cry and love you forever. on another note, depression has been easier on me recently. perhaps this answers the theory that taking care of plants/any living thing is therapeutic. je me sens calme.
One time when my music theory professor was a student in college, he had to accompany an extremely rude soprano for a recital. She treated him like dirt during rehearsals. Just before going on to perform, she made some really snide remark to him that ticked him off, so he transposed the piece up a half step. She cracked three times.
Always be nice to your accompanists, folks.
There is a special place in hell for people that are rude to their accompanists